They had visited the Creature Cave recently, but gave the informational scrolls no attention. Sweetheart hadn't been behaving in a way that left them concerned over her learning or losing skills.
It appears they should have.
Monzun wobbles a little in acknowledgement of Lethys' statement.
They are swept up in pride and melancholy both. How long has it been since they were in awe of the Guide teaching the eager Creature and God novices? Monzun had nearly forgotten how badly they hoped their own Good Girl would learn the capability to communicate the same, eventually. To speak with them, and him. And today only they remain.
...The matter of the subject should be addressed, shouldn't it?
Sweetheart is tugged sideways. Her claws leave reluctant furrows into the sand. "This is not the place for games," they tell her.
A pause. Not indulging their Sweetheart doesn't occur to them, after all her loyalty and hard work.
They observe the other scratching Creature. Lethys may be allowed to share their resources, but the Wolf is wild enough they'd rather he keep from wandering too deeply near their Villages.
A spark of ancient resentment rises. "Perhaps near the old Yogi's Temple, some time," Monzun suggests to all. They haven't checked to see if he's kept himself alive. They don't care.
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Date: 2025-04-10 05:52 pm (UTC)It appears they should have.
Monzun wobbles a little in acknowledgement of Lethys' statement.
They are swept up in pride and melancholy both. How long has it been since they were in awe of the Guide teaching the eager Creature and God novices? Monzun had nearly forgotten how badly they hoped their own Good Girl would learn the capability to communicate the same, eventually. To speak with them, and him. And today only they remain.
...The matter of the subject should be addressed, shouldn't it?
Sweetheart is tugged sideways. Her claws leave reluctant furrows into the sand. "This is not the place for games," they tell her.
A pause. Not indulging their Sweetheart doesn't occur to them, after all her loyalty and hard work.
They observe the other scratching Creature. Lethys may be allowed to share their resources, but the Wolf is wild enough they'd rather he keep from wandering too deeply near their Villages.
A spark of ancient resentment rises. "Perhaps near the old Yogi's Temple, some time," Monzun suggests to all. They haven't checked to see if he's kept himself alive. They don't care.