Trial of Clay: Rhaenyra

Wolf requests a trial. Asks for passage of a soul between the worlds, and though the questions are the same for all who enter the Everworld, the bar is set much higher for those who come to retrieve a Pokemon they've sacrificed.

For those coming just to save a lost soul, Seta offers little resistance.

"The spirits here have been hurt by the world above, and many are accustomed to this life now," Seta says, their voice full of calm, eternal patience. "I cannot guarantee that they will even want to return with you, though you are welcome to try and coax one back."

They turn, and the grayness moves down the hall. They lead you to a door-shaped hole in the wall, Not a door, because that would require a barrier of some sort. Wood, a hinge. This is more like a taut black curtain strung up in a rectangular piece.

"Through here." You catch a glimpse of the statue beside the door, a perfect carving of a VULPIX wearing a glittering golden mask.

It's as brief as blinking, and you find yourself in a new world.

TRIAL OF CLAY
You're on the bank of a wide, rushing river. Your feet sink deep into the thick, gray clay. It pulses with life, importance, as if wishing to take a more meaningful shape.

Something watches you from the river, popping above the water just to disappear a moment later.

Make a vessel from the living clay to house your Pokemon's spirit.

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Wolf

The roar of rushing water was the first thing that hit her wolf ears. It drew her gaze to the wide river, watching the liquid rush over large rocks and down to an unknown location. It was actually rather peaceful. Suddenly, the wolf hybrid noticed something. She was getting shorter. Pale golden orbs fell to her thick almost military grade boots, brows rose in shock to see she was already sunken down into the mono tone clay sand. She cursed, flexing her legs to pull her boost out of the thick clay.

It took a few minutes of struggling to get out of the clay before Rhaenyra made it to the less clay shore. She huffed and buffed, the whole thing kind of worn her down already. After stomping around on the more solid earth to get all the clay that stuck to her shoes, her gaze lifted to take in her surrounds more.

In the moment she took to take in her surrounds, Rhaenyra caught the glimpse of something popping its head above the water. And in the split second she made eye contact with it, the thing dipped below the rushing rivers surface. Again, astonishment filled the woman’s expression. No way a fire type like vulpix was hiding in the water. That, is crazy!

A small prompted flashed before her eyes, giving her a brief explanation what to do. “Alright. I can try that.” Her pale golden orbs flickered to where she last saw the spirit, offering a small smile to the fox before she knelt down close to the almost living clay. She pushed her red jacket sleeves up, hands reached out and fingers separated to dig her long pointed nails into the soft clay. She was never good at sculpting, even in dart class. But, here we go!

Rhaenyra grabbed a big chunk of clay. It pulsed in her palm, giving her the slight heebie-jeebies. Taking the clay and moving to a near by large flatfish rock, the wolf hybrid woman began to shape her vessel. Honestly, this was nice. And with the clay being so thick and almost lively, it helped keep its form as she push and curve the clay. For the first several minutes, Rhaenyra was so focus on her project that she forgot she was being watched. That was, until the spirit peaked out closer.

She smile. “Do you like the water?” the player asked, moving her hands over the clay and shaping it to her desire shape, “I don’t mind water. Oceans are a sight to see. However, I will admit. I have a fear of drowning.” Rhaenyra paused, leaning back to examine her work so far before leaning in to work on it some more. “Yeah. I have done swimming lessons when I was younger. But still, deep water scares me.” Her gaze lifted, looking for the spirit but not seeing it. Either way, she continued. “Fast water is scary too.” Her eyes fell back down onto her protect, moving the clay around more. “It can suck you down without any warning and told you down if you’re not careful.”

After several more minutes of Rhaenyra just babbling away, the wolf eared player grinned and took a step back from her work. And honestly, she was impressed with her own work. Definitely, one of her best. The attention to detail using some clever broken sticks and smooth river rocks, it was great. But, will the vulpix spirit like it. Her smile faded slightly, gingerly picking up her vessel and placing it by the rivers edge.

A heavy sigh escaped her, pale golden orbs flickered over the rushing river. She pleaded mentally for her hard work to pay off. “I hope you like it,” she called out, worried it wasn’t good enough.