:: Not just seeing, but shaping.  We know not what change a given Chosen heralds, but we know that change must be upon us if a Chosen has come.  It is well to have eyes and ears and voice where and when choices are chosen... ::

Her dimple flashes as you comment upon the colors.

:: Ah, you already see the colors of the faerie lands, even with so few steps upon the path thus far.  Perhaps our bond attunes you more quickly.  It is well... ::

:: Colors of the faerie lands? What do they mean? Do they mean anything? ::

She considers thoughtfully.

:: I perceive glimpses of your memories of the path that brought you to this world.  The transitions were... abrupt, and the changes were drastic. ::

:: As you traverse into faerie lands, the transition is much more gradual, and the veil separating faerie lands from human lands is thinner than the veil separating this world from your previous world, for example. ::

:: You perceive the gradual changes in colors, so you are aware that the path you walk is gradually leading you to a different place altogether... ::

I look in the direction that the path is leading us to.

The path soon forks.  The path to the left looks a bit sandier, with the trees starting to thin.  The path to the right looks greener, bringing you deeper into the forest...

"Hmm... I'm sensing a visual metaphor here. Any idea what it means, Rose?" Does the sandy path give me the sense of barrenness or does it seem simply like a different biome? To a scientist like me, a sandy area may not seem barren, but who knows what it may look like to an average person or to a fae.

Her dimple flashes as her eyes dance merrily.

"These are the choices before you on the path you have chosen, Christopher Chosen.  What destination do you seek?"

It looks like a choice between biomes...

"Hmm..." I contemplate my options. There isn't anything that makes me overwhelmingly favor one over the other. As a result, I begin guessing and second guessing my choices. On the one hand, the forest path might be more ingratiating to fae, but how would I actually know that? On the other hand, I do generally prefer having less obstructed field of view with a bit more warmth and light.

With all this in mind, I choose the sandier path. "Let's go that way." I say while pointing in the direction of the sandier path.
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She nods, following as you lead the way down the sandier path.

"This is your chosen path, Christopher Chosen, so you are the one to answer that question.  Any idea what it means?"

"Answer that question? I have a feeling that this choice is some sort of visual metaphor for something. As for what that is... I don't know. I did choose it because I prefer more warmth, light, and an unobstructed view, but I am not sure if that is relevant."

"Everything is relevant in your chosen path, Christopher Chosen."

The trees are more sparse as you progress, walking slightly uphill.

The path begins to climb more steeply.  Although the ground is sandier, the breeze isn't as hot or dry as you might have expected...

"Hmm... I must confess that I have not figured out what that is supposed to mean yet."

As we walk, I look around and try to take in my surroundings in greater detail. As we climb higher, I pay special attention to what the areas below and behind us look like. Perhaps some clues will reveal themselves from a higher vantage point.

You press on, thankful for your stair-running stamina as you ascend on the trail.

When you look back, the trail behind you fades into mist after some distance, preventing a panoramic view.

But when you get to the top of the trail before you, you have an impressive view indeed.

You are at the top of a cliff, with a panoramic view of the sea below.

At some distance further along the top of the cliff, you see some type of city or town.

Approaching the town from high above the water is an airship of some kind...
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I marvel at the interesting scenery and, upon seeing the town and airship, I ask Rose, "Rose, what is that town over there? Do the fae have airships? What do they use them for?"

She stops suddenly as she gazes upon the scene before them, then turns with wide-eyed wonder to you.

"So your chosen path has brought us to the technomancers..."

Korax stirs, looking with interest at the brisk updrafts wafting from the cliff...

Several pieces fall into place to create a hypothesis, and my eyes grow wide at the possibilities.

"Rose! Are we in a different world or is this some sort realm within the fae lands?" I ask with excitement.

She considers your query thoughtfully for a few moments.

"Your experiences give your words a variety of possible meanings."

"You did not have to die to arrive here."

"You have traversed a path through fae lands to arrive here, but that was the journey, not the destination."

"Then again, is the fae realm a part of this world, or is this world a part of the fae realm, or something else entirely?"

"Few are they that truly understand such matters."

Korax takes flight, catching an updraft from the cliff...

I ponder what she says. "Hmm... So... I guess that means that all I can say for sure, is that we went from one place to another. Are we in the same wo... Umm... How should I phrase this? Is it theoretically possible, even if not practical, to travel from where we are now to where we started from without going through the fae lands?"

She considers for a few moments.

"I know not.  I have not been here before.  You led the way by the path you chose."

"Are all fae as 'go with the flow' as you are, Rose?" I smile teasingly.

Her dimple flashes as she smiles, eyes dancing, before turning more serious.

"We usually lead the way.  But I believe in you, Christopher Chosen."

I smile. "In that case, what do you say we head to that town?" I start off before stopping when I remember something: I know nothing about technomancers. I address Rose, "Umm... Are technomancers friendly? For that matter, what do you know about them?"

She considers the query with a thoughtful expression.

"The peoples of this world dwell largely apart from one another, and our knowledge of other groups is limited.  What can be observed externally from afar is also limited."

"But the technomancers can control technology at will.  Whether they do so by thought, as you taught me to use during the three step journey, or by some other type of power or magic, I know not."

"As far as I know, they are nomads, traveling the skies using their airships."

"This is what I have heard about them.  But this is the first time that I have actually seen them with my own eyes."

"Well then, time to find out what they're like for ourselves, I suppose. They sound like an interesting bunch." I start off in the direction of the town while looking around for Korax. "I really hope that I don't accidentally insult someone's mom just by strolling in." I remark wryly.

Regardless of whether or not I manage to spot Korax directly, I contact him via telepathy, :: Hey, Korax. Could you do some scouting of the way ahead and the town? Stay within telepathy range, though. And make sure that you keep yourself safe. ::
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When you make telepathic contact with Korax, you feel a momentary twinge of dizziness as your eyes observe him gliding upward via a sudden updraft, and an echo of his exhilaration.

:: Yes, I would be happy to scout ahead.  These air currents are lovely... ::

You walk toward the town as the airship approaches.  At this rate, you estimate that you will arrive at the town around the same time as the airship...