That wasn't supposed to happen

[whatamithinking]

The parameters are recalibrated, the dial is spun, and a new universe is selected.
It won't be home--they haven't collected anywhere near enough coordinate data to think they can find home yet--but it will be another step closer.
And who knows, it might be interesting.
Edie steps through the portal first.

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[whatamithinking]

"Goodnight."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Goodnight!"

[not_only]

Sivath goes to sleep in the guest room, and in the morning he wakes up early and goes out to collect fallen stars before the sun rises. He leaves a miniaturized 99 Mushrooms in the house in case Edie or Emily wakes up and wants mushrooms.

[whatamithinking]

When he gets back he may find Edie running laps around the house.

[not_only]

Well, that's something.

"Good morning," he says as she passes by.

[whatamithinking]

"Morning!"

[not_only]

"Did you have a good night?"

[whatamithinking]

"Oh, yes. And you?"

[not_only]

"Yes. Is Emily awake? We could go hunting now."

[whatamithinking]

"Yes. I think she's nibbling on the mushrooms you left. Thank you for that, by the way."

[not_only]

"Oh, you're welcome."

[iamnotpolaris]

Emily comes out, wearing her red palladium armor and finishing off a mushroom. "Ready!" she says cheerfully.

[not_only]

"Okay. This way."

He takes off and flies.

[iamnotpolaris]

Emily will fly after him!

[not_only]

From above, the grid-based nature of the Terrarian landscape becomes extremely clear; the cube-shaped basic unit of land gives the borders between different sections a pixelated look. Forest, snow, desert, jungle, snow, forest, desert, weird blood-red patch in the distance...

"I'm not completely sure what that is," says Sivath, pointing at the red area, "but if it's anything like the purple areas on my island, you should stay away from it or horrible flying monsters will come out of it and attack you."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Gotcha."

[not_only]

"I guess I should have asked - there are different kinds of wings; which kind should I be trying to make, or will any do?"

[iamnotpolaris]

"What kinds are there?"

[not_only]

"There are kinds more like a bird's, and kinds more like a bat's, and kinds more like a bug's, and weird kinds I'm not sure how to explain. Like these ones I'm wearing. Or the Bone Wings, which are like a bat's wings with just the bone parts."

[iamnotpolaris]

"What kind of bug?"

[not_only]

"A bee or a butterfly or, well, there are ones called 'Fairy Wings' but they come from Pixies, which are little round glowing balls with wings."

[iamnotpolaris]

"She says it depends on what kind of butterfly wings it looks like. If it's not a wing design she particularly likes she'll go with the bird one."

[not_only]

"Okay. I don't know exactly what they look like, because I've never made them, but if I remember right I have the crafting materials already for that and Harpy Wings, so all I need is to collect a bunch more Souls of Flight."

They pass the edge of the island; now they are flying over the ocean, approaching a blank flat wall of mysterious fog some distance away.

[iamnotpolaris]

When they enter the fog Emily pulls up short for a moment before pushing on. She visibly relaxes when they make it out the other side.
"Not looking forward to doing that again."

[not_only]

"It's very unsettling," Sivath agrees. "Okay, look out for big flying white snaky things. Those are Wyverns and they're where Souls of Flight come from. We might get attacked by Harpies too."

He gets out a rather fancy-looking bow.