The Knight further gathers their body back into their usual tiny form. They do notice--or rather, they're quickly informed by nervous others--that there's a Sibling missing somewhere below, which doesn't quite hurry them. Lemm should be safe enough.
...There's an actual gigantic imprint in the grime on the floor of their distinctive face-shape, eight eyes and all.
Fuck, again.
They're disappointed, but that's forgotten quickly enough with his beckoning as distraction. Three-horned Sibling comes along merrily, thinking over what Lemm just called them. Greenhorn? Like...Greenpath? Green horns would be nicer than white or black. Greenhorn! Three-horned-Greenhorn, following on the same side of Lemm's head as his horns, almost--but not quite!--close enough to touch.
In the middle of the path, the pair will find the Knight standing there, rubbing at their face despite nothing being physically on it. Ugh. They dispise politicking and they dislike sleeping when they aren't prepared for it.
After Lemm's in view for a moment, they glance up and give a half-hearted nod before going back to it.
The grime isn't even the problem. Sleep always left them with a strange sense of accumulated filth around their eyes, and ascending hasn't made a difference.
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Date: 2022-11-10 10:50 pm (UTC)...There's an actual gigantic imprint in the grime on the floor of their distinctive face-shape, eight eyes and all.
Fuck, again.
They're disappointed, but that's forgotten quickly enough with his beckoning as distraction. Three-horned Sibling comes along merrily, thinking over what Lemm just called them. Greenhorn? Like...Greenpath? Green horns would be nicer than white or black. Greenhorn! Three-horned-Greenhorn, following on the same side of Lemm's head as his horns, almost--but not quite!--close enough to touch.
In the middle of the path, the pair will find the Knight standing there, rubbing at their face despite nothing being physically on it. Ugh. They dispise politicking and they dislike sleeping when they aren't prepared for it.
After Lemm's in view for a moment, they glance up and give a half-hearted nod before going back to it.
The grime isn't even the problem. Sleep always left them with a strange sense of accumulated filth around their eyes, and ascending hasn't made a difference.