Creatures fascinate them. Since Sweetheart, since the Guide--the first time they encountered Lethys, and they regularly caught his ire between doing as Khazar advised by sweeping over his land to observe his pink-purple Wolf use techniques they never thought of. Back then they'd watched Khazar's Creature too, but the Turtle was far more sedate. (Monzun offered him food at times, to help as well to see if it would spur him into further action, but it never seemed to.)
Even Ichor, those scant few moments they had more time than fear. They'd hoped he would outlive Nemesis rather than the other way around, and they scoured the land that became theirs to see if that may have happened. But, once more, it wasn't to be.
Repeated queries to Sweetheart gave them little further insight as to what "Creature games" might consist of. They found there wasn't a need for a football pitch, at least.
...Monzun created one regardless. Quietly, far from the allotted area, between their two Villages. It was something to do during the wait that was more distracting than their usual tending without Sweetheart nearby matching them. They could spare the wood, and at least their people would appreciate it.
The sky is no lighter when Monzun's red eye blooms from around their Temple and makes a line straight for the others.
"Greetings, Lethys!" they say, as ever. "Greetings, Wolf," they flick down briefly and add, as that feels right to do now; and they are still uncertain of his name, though Sweetheart made an attempt to share.
The Leash appears for an instant to get her attention, stretching around the mountain in the opposite direction. She'd chosen to wait there in her excitement, and Monzun allowed it. The emotion is mutual.
Sweetheart wanders around the mountainside at mid-range, a giant shadow looming from the darkness.
Her eyes and teeth flash in a wild grin that shines in the lights of the Temple (manned yet, possibly by the Yogi, definitely by someone too nervous to come confront the Creature napping at its doorstep).
She waves and beckons, paw-down, as the ones in the green-roofed homes do.
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Creatures fascinate them. Since Sweetheart, since the Guide--the first time they encountered Lethys, and they regularly caught his ire between doing as Khazar advised by sweeping over his land to observe his pink-purple Wolf use techniques they never thought of. Back then they'd watched Khazar's Creature too, but the Turtle was far more sedate. (Monzun offered him food at times, to help as well to see if it would spur him into further action, but it never seemed to.)
Even Ichor, those scant few moments they had more time than fear. They'd hoped he would outlive Nemesis rather than the other way around, and they scoured the land that became theirs to see if that may have happened. But, once more, it wasn't to be.
Repeated queries to Sweetheart gave them little further insight as to what "Creature games" might consist of. They found there wasn't a need for a football pitch, at least.
...Monzun created one regardless. Quietly, far from the allotted area, between their two Villages. It was something to do during the wait that was more distracting than their usual tending without Sweetheart nearby matching them. They could spare the wood, and at least their people would appreciate it.
The sky is no lighter when Monzun's red eye blooms from around their Temple and makes a line straight for the others.
"Greetings, Lethys!" they say, as ever. "Greetings, Wolf," they flick down briefly and add, as that feels right to do now; and they are still uncertain of his name, though Sweetheart made an attempt to share.
The Leash appears for an instant to get her attention, stretching around the mountain in the opposite direction. She'd chosen to wait there in her excitement, and Monzun allowed it. The emotion is mutual.
Sweetheart wanders around the mountainside at mid-range, a giant shadow looming from the darkness.
Her eyes and teeth flash in a wild grin that shines in the lights of the Temple (manned yet, possibly by the Yogi, definitely by someone too nervous to come confront the Creature napping at its doorstep).
She waves and beckons, paw-down, as the ones in the green-roofed homes do.