⭗ REDIRECTIONS XVIII⭗
⭗ ZOA ON THE MYRTILLE WAY #3 ⭗
⭗ THE MYRTILLE AUTOFAC ⭗
A Report By Lleva Vyeldisana, Naturalist and Zoa Conservationist
For transmission to the Vert-Kelly University of Natural Sciences, Emerald City.
I have always been fascinated by vomish auto-facs. Some of those that produce useful materials as they wander in search of food have whole tribes of nomads that follow them, worshiping them as gods that give and take in equal measure. Some are stalked by caravans, especially those that trace the routes of traders and clean up the waste left in a caravan’s wake. I have no doubt that the Myrtille Autofac would be one of these if it produced something more than the strange perspective frames that it meticulously vomits out upon the Peltier Plains and surrounding scrublands. Its proximity to Cornflower and its tendency to follow the roads, cleaning up waste and keeping the sagebrush carefully trimmed to six centimeters above the root should make it a boon or a danger (or both, in equal measure) but instead it remains only a curiosity. Some, like the Redland Naturalist-Philosopher Menalo Segstromi, posit that the perspective frames it produces are meant for more than just the display of art, though they are often sought after by wine vampires and the Vintner Lords for this specific purpose. Segstromi instead suggests that some of the odd layering within the materials of the frames may hint that they were originally intended to be gateways, or doorways that could be bound through the Noösphere to connect two specific locations and allow instantaneous transfer between the two. Whether this is the real reason why the Vintner Lords collect them or not, no one but those dark lords can say. As far as I have read, no one who has tried to “switch on” one of these perspective frames has ever had any success in doing so. It could be that corruption in the source code of the auto-fac itself has rendered the frames inert, or it could be that the auto-fac’s sole purpose really is only the creation of strangely shaped frames meant to pull the eye and give wrong angles to any room in which they are placed. In encountering the autofac (at a distance, for it is still a ravenous beast, like most autofacs) I was unable to divine any sort of purpose to the frames it made. I did, however, take one of the smaller ones for myself as a souvenir. It may be a useful bartering tool if (perhaps when) I return to the Redlands. Per the standard procedure of the Vert-Kelly University of Natural Sciences in the Emerald City, I would propose that the L.R.U.V.G. classification for this vome would be Myrtille Autofac (L8, Patient And Ravenous).
As a post-script, I feel that I must state that we lost Nasaven today. It was elf-sickness, one of the dangers of these lands. He must have picked up some spores on one of his hikes, or perhaps was bitten by some elf-sickened water nymph while finger-fishing for crabcarp in the many seasonal streams that dot this area. Wherever and however he caught the sickness, he hid it well and no one realized how deeply the spores had rooted in his body until his skin started to turn ashen and his ears started to sharpen. Surely he is one with the great wall of wood now. I shiver to think of what might have happened if he had bit any of us before Kvelak drove him off into the wilderness with shouting and fire rather than kill him outright. Maybe he will live a happier life as one of the elves. I can’t imagine anyone would, but that is my hope for Nasaven.
I suppose I should not feel surprised that my friend, the Blue Oracle, did not shed a tear for Nasaven. “He dreams different dreams now,” she said to me when I asked her how she felt about his loss, and I can see what she means. He does dream different dreams now, I’m sure of it, and they will manifest in different ways than ours. Goodness, I’m starting to sound like her. The strangest thing is that, looking back over my reports, I feel like I should be worried about this change of heart I have had toward her, but I’m not. I must have been a defensive fool when we met. I’d follow her to the ends of the Rainbowlands now. I can see why Coda 1-3 would be willing to as well. We’re of one mind on this, and though Charred-Hand seems more aloof than either of us, I am certain he too will come around in time.
⭗ OUR PARTY (SO FAR) ⭗
Lleva Vyeldisana, Greenfolk Naturalist and Zoa Conservationist
Coda-1, Coda-2 and Coda-3, a bluelander polybody pilgrim, allegedly.