Mila the landrider slumps against the floor, her stomach grumbling. A soft, pitiful whimper escapes from her maw as she paws at the empty food bowl. Her feelers probe the floor for crumbs, but they come up with nothing. She gnaws the edge of the bowl a bit, perhaps testing to see if it can be eaten. It cannot. She tosses and turns, fussing like an oversized, furry child on the verge of a pouting tantrum. Her lips part and she bellows. It's a pitiable keening sound.

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Hey guys, if you want to help me feed Nila, I added some new tiers to my Patreon. The new tiers are as follows:

Master of The Archives: You will have access to three chapters ahead of Royal Road.

Shandan: This will give you access to 5 extra chapters ahead of Royal Road. You'll also be getting a purple username if you join my discord! (Feel free to throw your wallet at the screen.)

The link is in the authors notes below!

(Manipulative Landrider art commissioned from Rackiera.)