Syro leapt back. "Whoa!" he said nervously. His hands were shaking. "Did you notice the forest?" he asked, lowering his voice. "It's... different tonight."
"Why else would I rely on an animal form?" Rokkel replies, shrugging slightly. "Decided I'd rather have to worry about you being a creeper rather than possiblly getting attacked by gods know what is coming," she adds, rolling her eyes.
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Syro chuckled, but his light mood did not last long. The night was creepy. "Get in the cave," he said darkly. "I don't like this," and he ducked under the mossy covering.
Rokkel shrugs, ducking in behind him. "Ya know, next time you don't need to act like you're in charge," she says, crossing her arms. She hated being told what to do, especially when she hardly knew the person.
Syro sighed. "I wasn't telling you what to do. I was suggesting that it's dangerous out there. There are restless spirits." He sat down beneath the glowing lights of the star flowers. "So what do you make of the forest tonight?"
Rokkel sighs, leaning against the cave wall. "It seems like something is out there. Waiting. Even as a wolf I felt unsafe, but of course I wouldn't show it. I..." She pauses, unsure of whether or not she should mention her dream.
"It's as if the forest itself is possessed by demons. But how is that possible?" Syro peered out of the cave. "The moon seemed... dimmer, and the shadows appeared to claw at me and drag me, though they had always felt so inviting."
Rokkel nods silently, shuddering. "As if Eyrie had chosen to imprison demons here... That... That's what Kanuna must have meant. He had said something about a place strong enough to imprison demonic essences and trying to stop a goddess." She shakes her head, narrowing her eyes at the entrance. "I should have known which goddess he meant."
"Which goddess?" Syro asked. It had begun to rain, heavy, round droplets of water that spashed against the ground and seeped into their cave. He could hear thunder overhead. "It'll be dangerous getting home," he said, as lightning flashed outside.
"Eyrie, the demon goddess. Fool. I should have listened to Kanuna, but of course I thought my forest safe," Rokkel mutters, pacing the wall and muttering to herself in Shasta. "How could I be so blind?!"
"What are you talking about? Did Kanuna come to you?" It made a bit more sense now. Eyrie was angry. But at what?
"In a way, yes. Because of what we are, shapechangers, Kanuna and I classify as demons. I can still speak to him, but he's mostly corrupted. Sometimes, though, his old self comes through. He warned me that my forest wasn't safe like I thought, but I ignored him. I... Maybe he'll come to us..." she says uncertainly, frowning. She knew she might get him to talk, but she was worried she wouldn't get him to show himself.
"I still don't understand. When did he warn you of this?" Syro's eyes revealed his worry, clouding them like the raindrops outside their cave. Kanuna was a god, wasn't he? And weren't all demons evil?
"It was a few months ago. Before he died. And I know what you're thinking. Kanuna's not a god, not even close, but he is powerful. And not all demons are evil. I mean, I'm obviously not," Rokkel points out, waving a hand absently. "It's a generalization. Most shapechangers are said to be evil, but Kanuna and I... We weren't. He still isn't. Something's controlling him."
"Well, it's a bit creepy that you know what I'm thinking, but what kind of power would control him? Eyrie? Would Eyrie do that?" A sudden thought came to him. "Did Kanuna love Eyrie?"
"I didn't mean literally, Syro. I just know most people assume Kanuna's a god and that demons are evil. As for Kanuna loving Eyrie... It's weird to imagine my cousin falling in love with a goddess. I mean, he might have loved her..." Rokkel frowns, glancing around the cave. "We can try summoning him..."
Syro nodded. "Anything. We need to know more about this danger." He focused on the star flowers lining the cave. "They're so beautiful," he murmured. "A glimmer of light and hope in a sea of darkness." They glowed brightly in the surrounding blackness, like stars in the night sky. In fact, they were the only stars in the sky tonight.
Rokkel nods quietly, closing her eyes and starting to chant in Shasta, shadows within shadows stirring uneasily. She opens her eyes, gasping. A tall, bronzed Shasta warrior stood there, dark midnight blue eyes studying her. "Rokkel."
"Kanuna?" she whispers, fighting tears. "We need help."
Syro stepped back. He had never tried summoning the dead before, and the process sort of frightened him. "Kanuna." He bowed respectfully. "Our danger is approaching. We need to know what to do." He turned to Rokkel. "I'm sorry about how painful this must be for you," he told her with true sympathy.