Eventually, the crowd of villagers dispersed, returning to their daily activities, leaving Kimmi-Ka and Mya standing by the spot where the monster's corpse had previously resided. The villagers' muttering went on and on, voicing their concern about the possibility of another strong monster appearing as they walked off.
"No, the fluff, the fluffy has been taken," Mya whined, complaining she wasn't done playing with the monster's fur. As the girl crossed her arms in frustration, a pout on her face, Kimmi-Ka raised the lens of TEoR to her face with her intense stare locked onto it as the lens repeatedly replayed the scene of the monster pieces being stored in the magic bag. Her eyes were locked onto the lens, watching every single frame like a hawk and squeezing all its details for what it's worth.
Kimmi-Ka's gaze never deviated from the lens, her eye locked in a stoic and emotionless stare, and neither Mya nor Vance's attempt to break her focus was soundly ignored. As the two slowly realized the girl's iron-clad focus, Vance lightly exhaled before he walked off and left Mya with Kimmi-Ka. After watching the village head leave, Mya turned to Kimm-Ka defeatedly at seeing Kimmi-Ka ignoring everything around her; left with no other potion, Mya meekly grabbed Kimmi-Ka by the shoulders and lug Kimm-Ka away, managing to budge her by a few inches before Mya collapsed to the ground in a sweat and panting while looking like a tomato.
Back in her room, the moonlight seeped through the crack in the window and the ambient murmurs of various forest creatures. Even as the red veins on her eyes seemed to glow, Kimmi-Ka was hunched over and pressing her face against TEoR's lens as a faint rattle-like thud permeated through the room. Kimmi-Ka uttered a contemplative murmur, playing each frame where those magical particles were present on the lens before she zoomed in on one of the particles as she could feel the building anticipation within her bubble.
"How fascinating, the structure of these magical particles seems to share some similarities to the spiritual energies of my world," Kimmi-Ka whispered, ensuring her voice was below a single-digit decibel, not wanting to wake up the others. Narrowing her gaze, Kimmi-Ka zoomed the lens' focus even further onto the particle, the light from the lens shining upon her face which gained a mild violet hue. The image on the lens brought a sparkle to her eye, filling her with a sense of relief as she could finally allow herself to relax.
"...I see," Kimmi-Ka mumbled, her voice trailing slightly. Kimmi-Ka widened her eyes, surprise but mostly annoyance fueling her movements as she wobbly raised her head, struggling to hold back the floodgates of her compounding exhaustion any further.
Despite harnessing her annoyance, her resistance was futile and her eyelids overpowered her heavy eyes before she fell forward and faceplanted the floor. She was out cold, leaving the large glowing red dot peeking through the gap in the window to watch her as the window slowly creaked open; however, the sound of the bedroom door opening halted the window's movement and the red dot slinked away as Feina entered the room, amusedly chuckling at seeing the position Kimmi-Ka fell asleep in.
The next morning, Feina strolled towards Kimmi-Ka's bedroom, the sunlight beaming into the hallway through the windows. Her eyes briefly drifted from her path, glancing back at the kitchen. The faint crunch of packaging and jittered footsteps rippled from the kitchen, bringing a smirk to the old lady's face. With only a single use of her chuckle, the pair of footsteps came to a grinding halt. A brief silence overcame the home, palpable in its pressure, and it was only broken once Mya and Aliceia shyly slid out of the kitchen, embarrassment plastered over their faces as they clung to their nightgowns.
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"It's nice to see you so energetic in the morning, dearies. However, please be mindful to get dressed before breakfast," Feina requested sweetly, sending a beaming smile to the sisters. The two girls shyly murmured, feeling mild embarrassment and shame for being reminded once again to change out of their nightgowns. As they waddled back to their bedroom with their tail between their legs, the sisters passed the bookshelf in the hall.
Finding their pouting cute, Feina cheerfully chuckled before gradually turning around and facing Kimmi-Ka's bedroom door. She brought her hand to the groove in the door and another to her face, the recollection of how she found Kimmi-Ka bringing a smile to her face, the mental image being just as amusing as the real thing.
At the sound of a pencil scratching, Feina's concentration broke, startling her but she was left mildly relieved to hear movement from within the bedroom. With a simple knock against the door from the elder, the sounds in the bedroom ceased before light footsteps hurried to the door; Kimmi-Ka opened it, clutching a book with clusters of paper sticking out of it in her arm.
"Hmm?" Kimmi-Ka uttered emotionless, her eyes lazily darting to the book she held, slowly moving her gaze to the kitchen and realizing the time as she noticed the abundance of sunlight. Already in her casual wear, Kimmi-Ka stepped out of her room and closed the door behind her before silently walking towards the kitchen. Feina watched the girl walk off, feeling a little dejected at Kimmi-Ka's apathetic expression and low-energy reactions.
However, something did catch the lady's attention, the book Kimmi-Ka was holding, the book's hardback cover and intricate detailing made it apparent to Feina that the book was no mere children's book. Inspecting the book's details, Feina felt compelled to make a detour from the kitchen and made her way to the bookshelf by the kitchen entrance. It only took her one glance to notice the obnoxious gap in the row of cooking and miscellaneous books; the sight brought a relieved smile back to Feina, content in the knowledge that Kimmi-Ka seemed interested in something, even if the contents of the book would go over the "young" girl's head.
Later in the morning, Kimmi-Ka once again shut herself in her bedroom, droves of paper sprawled across the room as she led on the floor at the centre of the paper sea. With no two being the same, all of the pieces of paper were inscribed with similar-looking illustrations with only minor differences between each neighbouring page; however, a unifying theme between the illustrations was a vaguely circular violet circle with seven smaller in size semi-circle-shaped grooves around the violet circle's border.
"To think brute forcing it yesterday would exhaust all of my....". Kimmi-Ka paused, briefly turning his gaze to the text of the hardback book beside her, "... Violet Spectra Particles.". Kimmi-Ka violently shook her head to dispel the memory, feeling exhausted from just thinking about it, before grabbing the book's page and turning to the next one.
"And I didn't even gain any insight for yesterday's efforts either. I'm only lucky to know about their existence thanks to The Eye of Revelation, If only I could have seen a violet one on its own. So, why is the light from the violet particles drowned out by the smaller cyan ones?" Kimmi-Ka asked herself, her thoughts jumbled and disorganised. Kimmi-Ka lowered her gaze, affixing it to her latest illustration showing a violet particle with a single cyan on each of its grooves.
"Maybe that isn't how it works...," Kimmi-Ka grumbled as she compared her illustration to the slightly blurry image of multiple Spectra Particles on TEoR's lens, showing none of the real particles hosting cyan particles in adjacent grooves. The girl let out a restrained, yet heavy, sigh but her brief frustration turned to a gleeful giggle, her excitement bubbling despite her expression remaining set in its emotionless ways.
"But if it were easy, then antler-head wouldn't have sent me here, heheh," Kimmi-Ka uttered under her breath, her breathing mildly speeding up and the intensity of her grip on her staff tightening until her fingers turned red. She felt her blood boiling from excitement before she tossed her newest doodle away and got to work on another one, the weight of her breath bolstered by her newfound discovery.