Urath and Carthur moved from place to place under the soft glow that marked the day in this strange glade. They kept their speed to a slow stroll as the little moth followed them between the trees.
Occasionally they would stop, checking different plants for just a few moments before continuing on their chosen path. The little moth seemed content to follow along, admiring her surroundings with her new eyes.
It was the place she had spent all her life flying about yet it was always coated in dark and limited by her old senses. She was still getting used to them, her hands, her feet, and a new orientation to living. It was so easy before to just curl up in her wings against the hard bark that covered the trees, but now all sort of limbs and joint would get in the way even with a prepared sleeping spot.
Her thoughts only entertained her fro so long before curiosity took over.
“Wah are you doing?”
Urath was knelt beside blooming mushrooms, knife in one hand, and half a mushroom in the other. She spent quite some time down in the damp earth for someone who complains so much about it.
“Foraging.”
“We’ll be out of jerky before we know it. Need a replacement of some sort.”
The little moth was surprised,“You can eat those!?”
She could vaguely remember her old senses turning her away from them and towards the scarce sap that littered the glen whenever she would feed.
“Only some.” Carthur explained, “And we don’t have the required [Forage] skill to know which. We’re forced to rely on Uraths [Preservation] instead.”
“It’s not made for such things though.” commented Urath.
“And my [Channel] is not built for gauging Time Dilation but we work with what we’ve got now don’t we?”
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The little moth watched the two work from one side of their hole home, tired from the day of travel and with a pure manna diet that left a lacking feeling of full satisfaction, simply idly taking snippets of her two...
Her two...?
It felt like there was a word she was missing that described them.
It wasn’t protectors, as there wasn’t anything to protect against. Helpers... they did do that sometimes. She felt that they taught her more than helped... so teachers?
...
They had just finished another set of rations, eating their whole portions of meat even after telling her of their dwindling supplies. ‘We need our energy for the days ahead’, or something similar, they had told her. There was a lot of telling going on lately. The little moth had tried at times, to remember if she was told before, when she was small and lesser. Someone had to have told her stuff before, right? Only through that would she know not to get too close to the star-flowers, or that the sap ran in some trees safe to eat and return to.
Unless [System] did that.
She suppose it did, like it was supposedly doing even now. It must, because the little moth had never ‘supposed’ before. It was a lot of words for her now big-small head. They would bounce around off each other, or sometimes together, and there were so many that it felt like they would crash together if she let them out, and there were too many to pick just a few to use.
So she didn’t
For all the [Weight] some of the words could press on the world, the many letter that made them up, and the diverse sounds produced... it was a handful of offensively simple ones that pressed harder than any others, ancient phrases that could warp the world itself falling short of even one offensively short question that danced around inside her drooping head.
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The little moth could feel sleep come to claim her, and it was welcome. Her mind always seemed to think a deeper different as the days came to an end.
A slight shadow fell over her, thrown from the hollows only lonely candle as she finally drifted off the edge of sleeps embrace and...
“Goodnight, little one.”
...into hers.
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Level Up!
Stat Change New Mp +5 40 Str N/A 4 End N/A 7 Dex +1 11 Wis N/A 3 Int N/A 5 Lckd N/A N/A
Species Mothman Child (Luna Female) Main Quest Unavalible Class N/A Lvl 5 Hp 95% Mp 16/40 (-1/h) Str 4 End 7 Dex 11 Wis 3 Int 5
sweet dreams
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