⋮ No. 201538 ► 
Continued from >>201537, new thread since I can finally give the quest a name. For one thing, you can tell now why walking was so much harder. Your legs are
long. You weren’t exactly the peak of masculine stature before, but you were at least a
normal height. It’s immediately apparent, however, that you’ve gained
at least half a foot overnight.
You’re not wearing your old clothes, intact or not. Instead, you’re wearing some kind of a… robe? (Not a dress, definitely not a dress.) There’s four colors to it, winding down from the top to the bottom, side by side. White to your front, a sandy yellow to your left, a deep brown to your right, and you can see a trailing stripe of red curling in from the back.
You try to move what you thought for a moment was a third arm, but it’s difficult and confusing to consciously use it. Instead, you reach behind yourself with both hands and force it to bend to your front. What you find certainly isn’t an arm. It’s a wing. A
big wing. The white feathery appendage is easily as long spread out as you are tall.
Finally… you glance with trepidation towards your chest, gently poking at it. It’s soft, squishy, and most certainly protruding more than it used to. With shaky hands, you lift the bottom of your oh-god-it-is-a-dress-isn’t-it and look underneath. You fall back on to your back, close your eyes, and take a moment to have a silent mental breakdown.
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…………...Okay. You’re okay, you’re fine. It’s not all that bad. You’re like, some kind of a huge bird lady or something now, right? It could be worse. It could be a lot worse. And, like, you’re probably cute, right? So it’s fine.
Once more, you bring yourself onto your feet, this time paying close attention to your legs, and walk towards the light. It’ll take a bit to get used to this, you think. As your eyes adjust to the light, you glance around, but you don’t see very much, just grassy hills as far as you can see, though you can vaguely make out a few things in the distance.
To your left, you think you can make out something a different shade of blue than the sky. To your right, you can see something light brown. To your front, you can just barely see the tips of some trees peeking up behind the horizon. You can’t see anything behind you since the forest is blocking your view.
What do you do?
[]Go left.
[]Go right.
[]Go forward.
[]Write-in.
⋮ No. 201558 It quickly becomes apparent that the brown thing is much further away than the forest was. It’s no more difficult to reach, and you don’t even get tired, but by the time you reach it, the sun is high in the sky.
It turns out to be a dirt road, a fairy long one for something unpaved. In one direction, you can see that it leads somewhere uphill, though you can’t quite tell what it leads to, while in the other direction it takes a fork, the left path leading to what looks like might be some fields, and the right path leading in the general direction of the mountain you saw earlier.
Whatever direction you choose, though, it looks like the road might take a while to go down. What do you do?
[]Follow the left path.
[]Follow the right path.
[]Follow the uphill path.
[]Write-in.
⋮ No. 201568 
At least the road’s more interesting than the scenery you’d been going past. The path takes you past a small cemetery, a fairly large willow tree and across a stream before leading you through an overhang of trees, and finally leading you up a stone staircase and through one of those red M-shaped thingies. It’s evening by the time you reach the end of the path, and your legs are starting to ache from all the walking you’ve been doing.
You find yourself at an archetypical (albeit kind of small) shinto shrine. A stone walkway, a donation box, a small shed. And standing in front of the shrine, watching the sunset, is a black haired shrine maiden. Finally, another person! Maybe you can finally figure out where you are, at least.
Waving your hand, you nervously get her attention. “Um, excuse me-”
“Oh hell no.” One glance at you and her expression’s morphed into one normally reserved for food service workers seeing ten people walk in five minutes before closing.
“Bu-”
“Nope. Nope, nope, nope, nope,” she mutters, spinning around and marching into the shrine, slamming the sliding door in front with such force you’re surprised that it doesn’t break.
Well.
That could have gone better.
⋮ No. 201569 
>>201568 You examine your surroundings. In front of you is the shrine, obviously. Behind it, you can see a few trees, and past those, a mountain range. As you look at the closest mountain, the hair on the back of your neck stands on end and you feel a deep sense of foreboding somewhere inside. You tear your eyes away and take a few deep breaths.
To your left, you can see wisps of white steam or smoke drifting up through the sparse trees.
You don’t see much of remark to your right.
Turning around, you can get something of a better view of the terrain thanks to the altitude. For one thing, there’s a LOT of trees in this place. Wherever you are, it’s rural as hell. All you can see to the immediate left or right is a fast carpet of dark green. To your front, you can see that same mountain you saw earlier, and from this height you can see that the forest you woke up in seems to surround it. To the right of the mountain, you see the blue thing you had seen this morning; from the size and color of it, you realize now it must be a river, and a pretty big one at that. To the left of the mountain, you can see rows of what looks like buildings of some kind. Nothing too big, but it looks like it might be some kind of rural village.
All in all, while it’ll be night soon, there’s no shortage of options on what to do next.
So, what do you do?
[]Write-in (options with similar or the same meaning will be counted together, no need to gather around one person’s option.)
⋮ No. 201573 A little hinting, since I'm feeling generous.
>>201570 Think back to
where you are and what would reasonably be there.
>>201571 It may not be wise to intrude where you are unwanted.
