A girl sits in her hive, watching her brother through The Game's device.

She's just... Mildly concerned about him. He's in a land full of snakes and he just fought some monster! A good sister would be at least a little worried. She's also worried she might come off as weird for worrying this much, but who cares!

She looks at her staff, and back at an old mythology book she conveniently has lying on the floor.

They grab the book, recalling a certain myth she saw in it. They flip through the pages, landing on a page titled, RAINBOW DRINKERS AND OTHER TROLLKIN MONSTERS. There it is.

There is an old spell on that page. It looks more like a ritual, but whatever.

It was said that it only worked with jades, unless the troll the spell is cast upon gets very lucky. The history of this phrase is unknown, but it was common in prerenaissance era troll pagan groups all over repiton.

"Please keep Arcjec safe. If he ever dies, turn him into a rainbow drinker. I really hope he'll be alright." They said to themselves, grabbing her staff.

She walks outside, feeling the cold dirt under her. They look at the page in her hand, and begin drawing a circle in the dirt with the staff. Was this a sigil they were looking at?

The deer skull propped upon her staff is producing small green sparks when she finishes drawing the circle as instructed.

Now she just has to say one word to finish the ritual.

"Rainbows." They mutter. The skull's mouth opens, releasing some sort of fog or steam, before closing again.

The girl watches as the fancy circle she'd just made glows, and then disappears, becoming flat dirt again.

They hope her brother is safer now. Maybe she should cast a spell upon herself next time.