#dendritic lightning

[fanvoidkeith]

I'd read a comic about electro, bruh

perhaps... one day i will make a comic about them!

it'll probably be once i finish Less Than Magic, honestly. especially since Zil'ec's, Phaze's, and Faera's stories are so intertwined with Electrodendra's.

i just wanna... like, have all the details together before i start Changing Things Partway Through or Accidentally Forget Something Important About Him. and i want the continuity and plot to make sense before i go off and... try to draw a crazy detailed sci-fi background and, i dunno, give up partway through, lmao...

i haven't drawn enough backgrounds to be a good comic artist- at least not enough backgrounds set in an Actual World instead of just Vibes Based Patterns and Colors 😅

[thyeternalhunger]

Herlevam the Red

Dhampir Hexadin (Oath of the Crown) | Flagbearer and Dagger of Tovag

In a disastrous defeat, an arcane lightning bolt struck Herlevam like a blazing divine wrath. Even as dendritic scars spread along his veins, Herlevam's hand did not let go of the banner. And it was at that moment that the Sword whispered to him.

My PC in DDAL04. I get to play Evil again.

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

The Other Side of Paradise (Glass Animals)

Bye bye baby blue/I wish you could see the wicked truth/Caught up in a rush, it's killing you/Screaming at the sun, you blow into/Curled up in a grip when we were us/Fingers in a fist like you might run/I settle for a ghost I never knew/Superparadise I held on to

"It's just like. The angstiest of songs. If you listen to it you get it."

The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical)

See how the serfs work the ground (See how they fall)/And they give it all they've got/And they give it all they've got/And you give it all you've got 'til your down/See how the brain plays around/And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see/And you fall inside a hole inside a-/Someone help me

Understand what’s going on inside my mind/Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me

Nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples thus/Electrifying mine chambers wholly, scorching out thine sovereignty so/Spiralling down thy majesty, I beg of thee have mercy on me/I was just a boy, you see! I plead of thee, have sympathy for me!

"The lyrics just hit hard with all of the imagery and shit, being used alongside the song glitching and a 3 minute long sequence (an un-glitched version of the song) that plays backwards in full before the song begins, conjure up a very interesting view/idea/image of losing your sanity. Plus, the song has a really interesting history in terms of its creation."

"first listen: "damn its weird that this has itself backwards haha" second listen: ⚡️⚡️🧠SEE HOW THE BRAIN PLAYS AROUND🌩😈AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE YOU COULDNT SEE☁️⚡️AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE INSIDE A🤴🗣SOMEONE HELP ME⛈️🪐UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON INSIDE MY MIND🗣⚡️DOCTOR I CANT TELL IF IM NOT ME!!!🌩🌩☄️ anyway, there are actually 2 versions of this song !! since the first half of the song is the second half backwards, but one of the halves has a series of artistic glitches and repeats and skips! the "distorted version", which is what youll find on spotify, has the glitchy half played forwards, and the "nondistorted version", which is what the official channel posted on youtube, is reversed so the unglitched half plays forwards! its a remaster of a previous song Joe Hawley worked on as a member of Tally Hall called "Inside the Mind of Simon", and it has TONS of little easter eggs and details scattered throughout. distorted speech from old movies, clips from old songs, theres this part where chanting voices sing "axon, dendrite" and "help me" over and over which (imo) you really only hear if you know to look for them, theres an intricate synth arpeggio throughout the entire climax of the song that im in love with— its the source of the synth tune in the next song on the album, Labyrinth (the funny "i am the mouse" song)! i have yet to find a blorbo i cant picture to it but considering that my main oc's theme is madness, its her perfect chance to star. in conclusion, your honor, I love the mind electric."

"it's a story of a man getting sentenced to an asylum for a murder he didn't commit, and there he is subjected to electroshock therapy. the synth alone fucked me up the first time I heard it. not to mention the awesome lyrics and various styles throughout the song. oh also the first 3ish minutes of the song are in reverse. so there's that."

"Somehow I feel like it's the story of my life. Also, the first half of the song is the second half of the song played in reverse."

The Mind Electric submitted by @lesleyn +@omegasmileyface +@that-bi-fan + others

[idfkwhat-imdoing]

Okay so you all know how speedsters are drawn with little lightning streaks behind them when they’re running? I think it would be cool if for Bart they leaned into his name Impulse more and drew his kinda shaped like neurons occasionally.

Like obviously bc impulses travel along neurons, but also - early on especially - as a representation of how he was raised in VR and acts on his need for instant gratification. Kind of a representation of his actions happening before he thinks it through. Like the reflex response from the somatic nervous system. Plus I think you could do some cool things with how dendrites are shaped.

[sueanoi-the-vet]

This cat has dendritic scar in its cornea.

It’s like a…Lightning shaped scar (don’t say it ) , a remnant of dendritic ulcer caused by herpes virus.

Herpes do not get completely eradicated once it was infected. So we’re communicating with the owner to provide a low stress environment for the cat.

The cat is currently as happy and healthy as it can be for a chronic patient. Regular visit is recommended

Note: did you spot the entropion at the medial lower lid? (Lower eyelid rolls inwards near the tear duct) this one is not a good surgical candidate so it’s being managed medically. But in case of otherwise-healthy cats, i do recommend surgical treatment to correct the eyelid position.

[geologyin-blog]

Dendritic agate is a stunning variety of agate chalcedony known for its mesmerizing inclusions that resemble tree branches, ferns, or veins of lightning. These dendritic formations, typically black or brown in color,

[wraithclatter]

A hymn of the sparks in praise of the fire, or,

Liquid Earth Symphony

1. Reap at the altar what the mind hath sown

Mind and matter, muscle and bone.

Like water we flow, to endless infinity,

Oh soft, supple life, what sweet virginity.

2. We came from a primeval cry. Uttered by the tongue of something alien, yet so familiar it aches of memory. Something which bound shell-to-shell and sealed us to the yawning horizon, we Children of Worms,

We, who sing with the Objects of Earth, into this Armor of Ignorance.

3. In dreams we have copulated thousands of times within the Pathless Realms of lightning, of subtle divinity, while each time we birthed new inconceivable streaks of electric which held our dancing dendrites.

4. The stars faltered, the Heavens hesitated, reluctant, falling in motion,

like liquid steel. What touch, what movements brought us here? From the birth of matter spreading in time across all of existence, like a running liquid of tears across the old, warm, thick floor of a forest.

5. Recruiting dust marriage, hallowed, luminous Helios, whose abode be the swirling discus of dysfunctional order, how, through the dainty and subtle and secret conversings of particles and the crashing of rock and water, fire and stars, how were you, mindful beauty, Spirit, Soul, Voice, reflection and form, resurrected from the depths of the thoughtless void?

6. Crossings of molecules and the frenetic waltzes of nerves fit together like fragments of something broken yet grasping for it’s own unification, like lodestones together as comrades and in conflict working,

7. What motion brought your undulating network of nervous vessels and arteries, your pale dust flesh, into this particular Instance of Incarnation, this moment, forever, right now?

8. How did a universe of swirling entropic violence form an elaborate mirror of itself to view the pin-points of bright, silent fire in the night which birthed it, to contemplate itself?

9. We’ve married our flesh to the hymn of the fleeting, we’ve melted and melded into each other like rain into the ocean and birthed innumerable realities(though fleeting, always there).

10. We have tripped upon the skittering lights in fantastic displays of wild abandonment, watched billions of beings rise from the depths of automatonics to sentient brashness and melt away into sun-bleached, hollow skeletons.

11. We’ve watched the jagged, new-born cliffs reach like cracked and crooked fangs towards the Boundless Blue Void in an endless race of hunger for Heaven, and be drowned in the waves of angry waters for a time, who shape them and swallow them.

12. Like falling teeth the morass of meteor’d rain pelts us but we don’t seem to mind as flesh is only an option in this eternally sustained moment.

13. We have set brothers and sisters alight with the loving mana of inspiration and cannibalized the weakness of invading tribes and kinsmen alike in the bleak, bone-cracking cell of winter.

14. We’ve sown corridors of civilization across the hot sands and vibrating primeval forests, watched as desperate mothers gave up their children to dirty gods who plagued like locusts, ever-hungry and ravaging to the end.

15. We, who have witnessed ever-hungry ghosts swallow strength and power until only a husk remained, which dropped down into the soil like a sickly seed.

16. We, who have measured sickness in years, and have seen the ugliness of gluttony in all shapes take form and feed on the restless souls lying in their own waste.

17.And we have watched as fires raced to kiss the painted firmament, where a pale moon licked itself awake under the auspices of a death-dark generation.

18. We, who have been ever-present to experience and become one with the cosmic throne spread out across the sky like drunken vomit of ecstasy

19. For we dawn the Armor of Ignorance to experience the acute pain of temporality, dawn it to experience ourselves, to feel, to remember- to remember what it is like to learn, to be ignorant, to cry , to sing, to laugh, nurture, kill and torture

20. And we dawn the flesh to feel the poisoned sting of anger and the crushing wounds of sadness and the experience of shifting malevolence, the raw manipulation of feelings- our sickness, necessary part, alone awake in those small spaces of night, obsessively calculating how many bodies shall lie grieving beneath the Holy Metropolii of Manifold Madness

21. Covered head to toe in the shades of fear forever locked in the chthonic void of our own infernos of nihilistic dread, always hungry and gnawing at the frayed tapestry within our trembling hands, stagnating our brains

22. And we dawn the flesh to live in Hell and swelter among the countless unconscious generations of beings seething through time and playing their parts, who came together at the whim and will of gravity and necessity, to create complex machinations capable of acknowledging themselves and their actions.

23. We’ve watched as myriad suns have set upon countless civilizations, atrophied and falling back into countless anti-patterned ruinations, untold funeral pyres of forgotten chieftans wink out unceremoniously like ghost-lights on distant peaks, worlds which have now become estranged from all life and light.

24. We have witnessed the primordial armies of enslaved phantoms destruction’d with the single, complacent breath of a spectral wind-

spirits betrayerd by the power of gales, spirits who are eternally shaking, aching for crystallization, for substance, form, shaking, frenzied, yet mute to mortal ears. 25 We, who have lovingly looked upon the newborn dressings of dawn mothering it’s writhing masses of blind worm-like beauties, watching them squirm over each other to at least feel the faint warmth of The Matriarch's Light. 26. They praise without words, without dogma- every movement a hymn to that Nameless Mystery. 27. We are the swords which cover the faces of leering stone God Kings, we are the soil that covers the great granite palaces from which arrogant and mighty dynasties toppled each other and whole races along with them. We are the hands which have sewn together the infant nightmares which have left us screaming and sweat-sick, drenched longing for the delirium to subside into silence. 28 We, who are the deliquescing decay of the Mammalian experiment, whose liquid nectar from our crumbling cadavers feed gods innumerable- of rapid wing movements and antennae, of blind mandible and moist joints, the gods of buzzing- the trumpet calls of death- gods of the hive. 29. We are the instantaneous dissipation of memory that isn’t, and cosmos that never were. 30. We, who have married ourselves to the experience and have watched eternally restrained shades climbing higher above the planets, like sparks of a fire or chords and notes of a hallowed chant, drifting in space, 31. That ever-gyrating prison and palace of sentience, Drawn into and out from The Eternity of Storms, erratically thrust into the Outer Darkness where the hidden intentions of man plainly germinate. 32. The soul-sucking death, night-clad tempest, The threshold of creation, sustainment and destruction, recyclement, the CROSS of Light in Pathless Realms. 33. For The Bright Silence is the Ghost of us all. 34. We have witnessed exhausted stars relieve themselves of weight. 35. Tired, broken, they will collapse, 36. An always known and ever-lurking fate. 37. In eternal lust, gravity circles the ethereal rain of celestially sea-soaked souls who fall, glittering, shrieking, into Shadow’s mouth, Seshetu, ever-watchful like birds of prey. 38. Between the zig-zagging tears of light The Jaws of Night lie chained back, struggling to breach the trembling temple of temporality. 39. Here, with the changing of seconds, time is disfigured. 40. Give it it’s beauty! It’s declarative “something!” 41. “We were once that”, sighs unnamed skeletons from forgotten alien burial grounds, long estranged into obscurity. 42. With all that we have witnessed, all we have touched, all that we have experienced, we know now they are just empty obstructions. Marred, forever faceless, the changeless sea has no taste. 43. Our senses are the death of scenery. 44. I have seen all the things we trample, create, become Eulogies for The Nameless Mystery.

[my-deepest-desires]

At first glance, it looks like a great tree rising from the land. Roots deep, branches wide. But this is no tree. It’s a river delta, where water remembers how to dream across the body of the Earth.

This is a dendritic pattern, from dendron, the old Greek word for tree. A sacred design found in forests, bloodstreams, lightning, and the silent unfolding of thought. The blueprint of all things that grow and reach and return.

It is not just a form.

It is a prayer.

A rhythm.

A remembering.

Water does not rush. It listens. It curves, divides, returns. It follows what calls it. And over time, it draws these great root-like veins across the land, an invisible intelligence made visible.

From the glacial rivers of Iceland to the muddy arms of the Mississippi, nature speaks this shape again and again.

Because she doesn’t just grow trees.

She moves like one.

She knows like one.

And somewhere deep in your bones

so do you.

~Wild Woman Sisterhood

[shaydwalks]

Ilaerans (humans living in the Ilaerac Basin): Regarding the Dead and Undead

Before the collapse of the old world, the culture that gave rise to the Ilaerans would reanimate their greatest fallen heroes and saints as guardians and wise councilors. This process was ultimately corrupted in favor of those seeking their own power over the wellbeing of the people, but stories of this as a sacred thing are still passed down.

Ilaerans may have since lost the magic required to do this, but their stories and folklore contain far more positive views of ghosts and undead than not. Ilaerans nowadays have rituals that they believe allow them to contact and consult spirits of the dead for advice, omens of the future, or protection and good luck while traveling. Many believe that the spirits of the departed miss the living as much as the living miss them, and that honoring their memories and communing with them is a way to maintain relationships beyond death. Some believe in reincarnation, some don't.

Almost any Ilaeran home has a shrine to these spirits, heroes from their folklore, and departed family and friends. Incense, offerings, and prayers are given, typically with each dawn, before breakfast.

Trees also play an important role in terms of sustenance and shelter. And living, sacred symbols of bridges between the mortal and spirit realms. And of the dendritic pattern echoing throughout nature (branches, veins, rivers, lightning, etc) and connecting aspects of it together. Ilaerans craft many things from wood, and will occasionally take branches or cut down trees (or transplant saplings growing in inconvenient locations), but they are very choosy about it. 

As lots of fire and smoke tend to draw attention from great distances, (and the scent of burning flesh can draw tzydhic attention and appetites) Ilaerans do not cremate their dead. And as forests help provide cover and obstacles from predatory tzydha, Ilaerans tend to bury bodies with a seedling, that the body will nourish. Ilaeran communities commonly have "grave gardens". Cutting down these trees is forbidden for them.

Some, if they have cultivated a strong enough relationship with a tzydhe, may risk bringing a dying/dead loved one to them for healing/reviving. This is not a common practice, as it is very risky, and tzydha typically demand something in return, if they even accept.

Tzydhic healing (whether through hosting or through crafting "iryxi") is so effective that it can even extend human lifespans with regular treatments. This is so highly coveted that it leaves the tzydhe in question with a massive bargaining advantage, which tends to disproportionately attract less altruistic individuals, making this sort of deal extra risky. While some communities and individuals are on good terms, most Ilaerans fear tzydha too much to consider it.

[mabel-writes-good]

On the Ex-Nihil

The Fighter Ex-Nihil represents the next step in military technology. These advanced fighter-bombers have allowed OxNiNE's Avia Sectus to establish unparalleled air superiority in the 20 years they’ve been in operation. The inside of an F-EN cockpit contains an array of bio-mechanical devices that allow the pilot to fuse, or couple, with the jet's onboard systems. Unlike a conventional computerized jet, the Ex-Nihil works in tandem with the pilots’ brain, eyes, and nervous system allowing for faster targeting and maneuvering. 

The F-EN monitors pilot biometrics and can modulate their blood pressure, heart rate, body temperature, and secretion of hormones and neurotransmitters. Three hypodermic needles connected to tubes found in the back of the pilots seat aid in this process. Notably, these “hypos” will supply the pilot with a burst of endorphins and a potent cocktail of neurotransmitters whenever they take down a target. This induces a feeling of euphoria. it is not uncommon for F-EN pilots to grow addicted to the sensation that comes from eliminating enemy targets.

The key to the coupling is the Medulla, a central brain-computer interface located within the pilots helmet, which is connected by a series of tubes and wires to the inner systems of the plane. Upon entering the cockpit the pilot will strap into the seat, attach the bioelectric sensors, and put the carefully fitted helmet onto their head. The merging process, or coupling, begins automatically. A large hollow needle called the Axon Probe is inserted into the base of the neck and tiny wires are fed through the neck and into the pilots brain. These micro-dendritic wires create membrane potential on the pilot’s Pia Mater. Synaptic impulses are detected and sent to the F-EN’s onboard computer allowing for lightning fast reaction time. This operation happens in reverse as well; information from the onboard computer is sent through the micro-dentritic wires directly to the brain giving the pilot an extra-sensory view of the battlefield, atmospheric conditions, and relative target location. Targeting itself is aided by advanced eye tracking found in the pilots visor. 

Ex-Nihils are capable of extremely high speeds and high G maneuvers. Several systems are present to ensure pilots remain fully conscious during sortie. Upon coupling, a thin tube, called the Ox-Tube, is rapidly through the helmet, down the pilots trachea and into the lungs. During operation. a heavily oxygenated fluid is pumped into the lungs. Intubation is quick and does not require sedation. The fluid saturates the pilots alveoli and allows for 100% efficient gas transfer. This system offers an additional advantage; pilots need not focus on breathing while operating the Ex-Nihil. Upon de-coupling, the fluid will be pumped out of the lungs and replaced with an equal amount of air to prevent collapse. In order to facilitate high speed and high G maneuvering, the hypos will supply the pilot with vasoconstrictors and the Medulla will rapidly modulate the pilots heart rate to prevent gLOC. A series of bioelectric sensors are connected to the pilot to constantly monitor bio-metric data; two on either temple, three on each arm, two on either side of the heart. Powerful vacuum suction holds them in place. Flight suits are fitted with special pockets to facilitate easy connection, though some pilots prefer to modify their suits or partially unzip them to more easily apply the sensors. This must be done before the coupling, though the temporocranial sensors are automatically applied inside the pilots’ helmet.  Piloting an Ex-Nihil has major deleterious effects on the body and mental well being of the pilot. Repeated coupling and decoupling leaves them prone to increasingly severe seizures, or hardlines, as the brain struggles to cope with the sudden lack of information caused by the retraction of the micro-dendritic wires. The cocktail of neurotransmitters, medications, stimulants, and painkillers can damage the organs over time, especially the liver. Sepsis is common as well, caused by infection from repeated injections. To counteract this, all Pilots Ex-Nihil are placed on a strict post-sortie care plan by the ships’ Avia-Doktorae, the medical branch of the Avia Sectus. After decoupling, pilots are monitored carefully and given instructions for optimal recovery. Due to the intense physical stress and recovery time, it is recommended that pilots engage in no more than two sorties per week, though in times of extreme need pilots have been known to fly four to five times a week.

[eunoiareview]

A Murder of Crows

The first crow arrived days after I returned from Nashville My brain fire doused and memory a memory I spread out paint and pain like an oil slick in a thunderstorm And summoned him dark and brooding to a block of wood The second crow arrived like lightning in a tree A brightly medicated yellow flash and a flurry of black feathers Backlit on branches like dendrites reaching For a first cause and…

[professorhedgehogspeaks]

The Antithesis of Fire

It was high summer when the lightning became weird Cold and dark, it set the ground on something that was not ablaze It settled on the dust and ash and woodchips And made new logs and wooden shapes that were fantastical and wild Not the original logs mind you Just one of the uncounted dendrite forms that could have made that pile of ash In some universe or nother

At first everyone was thrilled No energy crisis No climate change No oil wars And we’re still pretty happy, honestly, but also worried The not-fire spreads, you see The cold of it makes more cold and colder still As it builds sand back into rocks. If lightning strikes a forest or a wheat field, there’s not much more to say A few things are a little odd Newer, younger, stranger, but otherwise unchanged Nothing more than that

But if it strikes a blasted place, A mine, a parking lot, a war zone Well, let’s just say it has a lot of fuel It gets cold, colder than cold The opposite of heat and it builds Fractal crystals, mighty monoliths, strange blue landscapes filled with prism spires Blowing in a calculated wind Something is alive in there Web legged centipedes with gemstone wings Skitter at the corner of your eye And spiralled wolves of alabaster sing like steel Just behind the hill

With enough fuel Perhaps the atmosphere will be set unlight And unburn this whole damn world into god And so we meet the coldness of new lightning With our napalm and our fire And so again I sit in this old watchtower I search the rubble for a hint azure darkness And I listen for the sound of making glass

[fuck-you-upmusicbracket]

21 Guns (American Idiot the Musical)

Do you know what's worth fighting for/When it's not worth dying for/Does it take your breath away/And you feel yourself suffocating

"OUGH KEY CHANGE AT THE END OUGH VIBEYS OUGH FELLAS BE JOININ IN OUGHHH HARMONIES OUGH THE END OUGHHHHHHHHHH REBECCA NAOMI JONES OUGH IM DYING"

The Mind Electric (Miracle Musical)

See how the serfs work the ground (See how they fall)/And they give it all they've got/And they give it all they've got/And you give it all you've got 'til your down/See how the brain plays around/And you fall inside a hole you couldn't see/And you fall inside a hole inside a-/Someone help me

Understand what’s going on inside my mind/Doctor, I can’t tell if I’m not me

Nuns commence incanting as the lightning strikes mine temples thus/Electrifying mine chambers wholly, scorching out thine sovereignty so/Spiralling down thy majesty, I beg of thee have mercy on me/I was just a boy, you see! I plead of thee, have sympathy for me!

"The lyrics just hit hard with all of the imagery and shit, being used alongside the song glitching and a 3 minute long sequence (an un-glitched version of the song) that plays backwards in full before the song begins, conjure up a very interesting view/idea/image of losing your sanity. Plus, the song has a really interesting history in terms of its creation."

"first listen: "damn its weird that this has itself backwards haha" second listen: ⚡️⚡️🧠SEE HOW THE BRAIN PLAYS AROUND🌩😈AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE YOU COULDNT SEE☁️⚡️AND YOU FALL INSIDE A HOLE INSIDE A🤴🗣SOMEONE HELP ME⛈️🪐UNDERSTAND WHATS GOING ON INSIDE MY MIND🗣⚡️DOCTOR I CANT TELL IF IM NOT ME!!!🌩🌩☄️ anyway, there are actually 2 versions of this song !! since the first half of the song is the second half backwards, but one of the halves has a series of artistic glitches and repeats and skips! the "distorted version", which is what youll find on spotify, has the glitchy half played forwards, and the "nondistorted version", which is what the official channel posted on youtube, is reversed so the unglitched half plays forwards! its a remaster of a previous song Joe Hawley worked on as a member of Tally Hall called "Inside the Mind of Simon", and it has TONS of little easter eggs and details scattered throughout. distorted speech from old movies, clips from old songs, theres this part where chanting voices sing "axon, dendrite" and "help me" over and over which (imo) you really only hear if you know to look for them, theres an intricate synth arpeggio throughout the entire climax of the song that im in love with— its the source of the synth tune in the next song on the album, Labyrinth (the funny "i am the mouse" song)! i have yet to find a blorbo i cant picture to it but considering that my main oc's theme is madness, its her perfect chance to star. in conclusion, your honor, I love the mind electric."

"it's a story of a man getting sentenced to an asylum for a murder he didn't commit, and there he is subjected to electroshock therapy. the synth alone fucked me up the first time I heard it. not to mention the awesome lyrics and various styles throughout the song. oh also the first 3ish minutes of the song are in reverse. so there's that."

"Somehow I feel like it's the story of my life. Also, the first half of the song is the second half of the song played in reverse."

The Mind Electric submitted by @lesleyn +@omegasmileyface +@that-bi-fan + others

[bellaallen9090]

Dendritic Agate Jewelry Gemstone

Dendritic agate is a lovely gemstone known for its special and many-sided designs. An assortment of chalcedony is shaped from the mineral silica, and it is portrayed by its murky to clear appearance, which can go from white to grey and, surprisingly, black. Dendritic agate is named after its dendritic or tree-like incorporations, which are shaped by the presence of iron or manganese oxide. The patterns found in dendritic agate are frequently portrayed as looking like plants, trees, or, in any event, lightning bolts.

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[etruatcaelum]

“Don’t worry about it,” Oscar mumbled, rubbing his temples. He wished Qrow hadn’t mentioned that anthology—it had rippled through a murky puddle of memories he tried his best never to think about and struck Ozma like a bolt of lightning, and now pain was sizzling through his skull.

(Frantic sketches crowded the margins of the advance copy Ozpin kept in his office: of dendritic lines, of grasping hands, of grimm, of eyes. He’d never been able to remember drawing them, but they couldn’t open the book without finding a pen in their hand.)

His stomach churned. The Girl Who Fell Through the World was a lifeline, though he’d already given it up as a dead end. Too recent. It’d been written more than a century after the Vacuo’s tree withered, and the old monarchy with it. Any biographical information about the author had been lost to history, eroded by the decades of conflict that had ripped the once-great kingdom to shreds; all that remained was the pen-name, A.L. Hargrave, and a scattering of uncertain facts, and a small statue of Alyx in the little rock garden where his house had been, once, according to local legend.

Not much to go on. Oscar tried for a smile; it came out wan. “Oz mostly took an interest in stories they could trace back to Salem,” he said, grimacing. “This…” A sigh. “They think there might be something to finding whatever’s left of the tree, though? If we can. It’ll be buried a ways east of Vacuo.”

Ozma had marked down the coordinates, last time the curse shoved them forward. The main problem was that the desert had shifted in the two and a half centuries since the tree withered, and what had once been the opulent jewel at the heart of Vacuo was a hive of grimm now. Just holding the line to defend the city felt almost impossible; they couldn’t afford to risk an expedition into grimm territory—not without Winter, and the people of Vacuo needed her here. They’d be lost without her.

…But. Maybe…

He looked up, light kindling behind his eyes. “The area’s crawling with grimm now, but… I mean. Grimm don’t attack animals, do they?”

Qrow didn't respond to that statement. Thinking about it for too long might cause another relapse, and he needed to keep this momentum going as long as he could.

"Well that's--" Not much. "--something at least." He took a seat, assuming that Oscar might decide to take a long-winded explanation of his learnings. "Should we make magic wands then?" he joked. "Unfortunately, the only fairy tale I was told as a kid was The Grimm Child. Summer..." His chest tightened at saying her name, but the information should be shared. "She used to read The Girl Who Fell Through The World for the girls. I think that had a tree in it?"

Qrow was not an intellect, nor was he very good at making plans or dredging up forgotten lore. He was a warrior and a spy, good at fighting and getting information from their enemies. "Sorry, kid. Not exactly my forte. But Oz? He wrote a whole damn encyclopedia of fairy tales. Had it in his office and everything."

[pyrodecor]

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