As you and Leafy get ready-a paltry task consisting of a bathroom break and grabbing your hat-you recall the terrible experience you had on the stage in the temple. The scene flashes white hot in your mind, making you flinch involuntarily.
"Leafy," you say slowly, "When I went up on the stage; What happened?"
She blinks at you a few times before replying.
"Nothing, really. You walked up onto the stage, we stood around for about half a minute. Lost track of you for a moment when a small rock fell out of the wall and nearly hit Vernant in the head. When you walked back down, you looked a bit shaken, but okay. Though all the stuff you were wearing before was gone."
She pats her face with a hoof in contemplation, "Speaking of; What happened to that stuff? Did you stash it at the gate?"
You swallow hard; So it hadn't been a dream, or a vision, or whatever.
Reflexively you touch your chest; Could it be that the necklace was really inside you now?
No, you tell yourself, shaking your head, that's not possible.
Leafy senses something is amiss, and stands by your side reassuringly until you spill the beans about what happened. You tell her what you can remember; A shape in the mist telling you about some kind of great hall, the mentioning of power being granted to you, and the searing pain you felt as the artifacts burned themselves into you.
The last part is especially hard to convey, since you aren't entirely certain it happened.
"And last night, when I went to get some water, I nearly dropped a glass from the shelf," you say quickly, "Or rather, I did drop it. But then when I reached out for it, everything kind of stopped. The glass hovered in the air, everything was quiet. I'm still not sure what happened there."
Leafy nods, though concern is quite evident on her face.
"Well, like I said: When you walked off the stage, you seemed fine for the most part. I just thought you were tired. If you don't remember the trip back, then……well I'm not sure what that could mean. Maybe we should ask one of the others?"
"Maybe," you reply slowly, "But for now let's focus on meeting up with Twilight. See if she can't help us."
Leafy nods before bumping her side gently into yours.
"Just remember that I'm always open to listen if something's bugging you, okay? I'm not Sweetie, but…well, y'know. I still care about you."
If there's more to that sentence, she keeps it to herself.
You thank her for her concern, giving her a rare smile before the two of you head out into town. Toward the Library.
[1d10]Roll #1 4 = 4