[There are [2] very important reasons Ren's speaking to the world at large right now. Number one:]

June 19th is Tim's birthday, so you should smile if you see him and tell him he did a good job getting older. He's very good at that. [Pause, and then-] He has a talent for making birthdays too. If you don't know yours, he can tell you. I think he uses magic for that kind of thing.

But you have to say 'Happy Birthday, Tim' first-that's what you do.

[Nice.

And for the second item on her terrible agenda.]

What sound does a turtle make? It's not 'nya' or 'woof' or 'neigh' and they don't know what bubbles mean.

[They're weird!! Someone help. She needs to tell these animals something very important and she has no idea how to do it.]

[Like any good pirate, Crow always likes to check what treasures he's collected so far. His collection of rocks, a whistle and hammer he found in his bag when he first arrived here, some box with the words "first aid" on it and... oh, hello. Here's something that he had in the bottom of the bag here, a strange charm of some kind. Normally he just sort of swings it a little back and forth here, but for the first time, he notices words that are actually printed on it here.]

"Speak my words, that lawful phrase... And I will feed you, for all your days"? The heck does that mean...?

[He doesn't get a lot of time to ponder this though because it's starting to get uncomfortable to hold in his hand--despite not being able to feel pain, he can still sort of tell when something is not right temperature wise sometimes, and this is enough that he ends up throwing it in alarm at a nearby tree...

... which then begins to change to turn into chocolate when the charm comes in contact with it before falling back onto the ground harmlessly. Um.]

What the heck just happened!?

[It takes a moment, but eventually Crow approaches the tree warily to poke at, coming away with a slight chocolate stain on his glove here. There can only be one conclusion to make, and thus, he leaves the following message on the iStone for all to see--]



I THREW SOMETHING AT A TREE AND NOW THE TREE IS MELTING WHAT DO I DO



[Alternatively, you can come and see the tree now made of chocolate and maybe break off a piece to eat for yourself?? Probably sooner than later seeing as it is the month of June and chocolate is probably going to melt in summer heat, though it is currently holding strong for the time being.]

Story-walkers! [Munin’s voice booms out of everyone’s stones in unison. And booming, in this instance, meaning a grizzled but chipper shout. Her cheerful volume does not lower for even a second as she continues.]

Ha! These stones - very clever! Perhaps my people could make use of them, too.

But I am speaking to you for another reason. There are those of you who do not know of the Jormun. If if you come across my people on your beaches, do not fear us, for we are sworn allies of your kin - churned in the waves of battle!

But there is no battle for us to join forces in, not now. We are here to conserve those the Storyteller would call…kaleidoshells. [She falters on the word, her accent thickening.] Schorvalsh is a better name.

You are all welcome to assist if you have the time. The schorvalsh have been receding in numbers, and now that we have reconnected with the land, we are able to protect their hatchlings, and bring them back as we did the sun!

We also owe you greater hospitality than what we have given in times past. We shall have a proper celebration if our joint efforts triumph, shall we say…in three noon's time? We shall bring our finest entertainment for you all.

[A wet, faintly fleshy smack, as Munin pounds her chest with a webbed fist.]

And you shall tell me of your land-dwelling practices, so that we may partake of those as well! The one named Connor - will you bring your greens?

Of course you will.

[You goddamn fool.]