The stagways echo...

someone shoot me i love this little guy so much

I am public transportation, and you still don't find me? I require your tax dollars that you harvest. And don't ignore me. They always do say the squeaky wheel gets the grease. And I have a baby that can squeak.

🐌-Fish🐟?...

YOU!!

"WHA-"

*Holds baby gentle, like hamburbur*

*I look at the old stag*

*Ok, my heart exploded. You know what time it is!*

*They squeak and wriggle, doing a mix between giggling and trying to escape.

*Holds baby gentle, like hamburbur*

*I look at the old stag*

*Ok, my heart exploded. You know what time it is!*

*They squeak and wriggle, doing a mix between giggling and trying to escape.

*Holds baby gentle, like hamburbur*

*I look at the old stag*

*Ok, my heart exploded. You know what time it is!*

*They squeak and wriggle, doing a mix between giggling and trying to escape.

*Holds baby gentle, like hamburbur*

*I look at the old stag*

*Footsteps were heard approaching, followed by the sounds of wings flapping and hissing. Arriving to the station was a black and red cloaked vessel, accompanied by a pair of Grimmchildren, following obediently. The trio seemed to be donning red bows and nice top hats... where they got them? Who knows, but they did look fashionable...*

Oh, I thank thee for such compliments, good sir.

*The baby stag sniffs them happily, making little noises and wiggling to try to get closer to the flying children. The Old Stag nods.*

*The two Grimmchildren let out a curious chitter, one of them landing on the ground, leaning forward to sniff the little stag beetle. The other watched from a bit of a farther distance, albeit still curious and seeming to be trying not to give into its curiosity*

*The baby stag squeaks happily, trying to nudge the near Grimmchild. Their gaze looks over to the farther one and they make a little mrp sound, curious as to why the other flappy isn't playing! The older beetle admires the charm, then ever-so-gently picks it up with his mouth and drops it into a small saddlebag-like pocket. He then looks back to the vessel and dips his head in respect.*

*The closer Grimmchild let out a soft hiss, pulling its head back a little bit before sniffing some more, returning the nudge to the baby stag. The other one tilted its head, its red gaze on the little stag, still not quite drawing near but not backing away either*

*The Grimmchild let out a chitter, watching the little stag carefully as it's, albeit not full, wings flutter for a moment before it surged forward to tackle the small stag with a playful chirp. The other one, perhaps after seeing its companion start playing with the stag, decided to join in despite being a little more reserved*

*They squeak and make tiny growls, little mouth occasionally nom-ing down on a wing (painless due to the lack of teeth) and tiny legs kicking, Its tiny horn is used to bump into the Grimmchildren.

*The Grimmchildren generally just tackled the baby stag since they didn't have legs and occasionally nommed on their playmate too, albeit a bit carefully since they DID have teeth. Though, they mostly nommed on the stag's horn or the occasional leg*

*The baby is purely delighted by their pouncing, and zigzags all around their elder, full of the zoomies. The Old Stag is just trying his best to avoid getting in the way.

*The Grimmchildren tire out as well, the larger one being the first to fly to the Caretaker's staff and perch there to rest and take a nap. Its smaller companion followed shortly after, taking its spot on the vessel's head in between their horns*

*The Old Stag chuckles as his grandbaby settles into a sling on his side and makes a tired little sigh before falling asleep.*

I shall agree... twas entertaining, to state the least.

*As the Caretaker climbs aboard, the stag makes a side-to-side motion with his great head.*

Ah. Do tell of what you have seen, great stag... I yearn to learn of such lands as we make such travel there...

"That world was ruled over by one of silk, a great being. Recently, there has been somewhat of a less structured change, but that's not really something I know much of. There are small towns and settlements across the caves and tunnels. The biomes range from sandy to leafy, a swamp-like waste land and clean water sources, even a Citadel of metal and gears and a plain of lava... things run on silk instead of soul, there are beads called rosaries as currency instead of coins... it's fascinating to learn about when I find new tunnels and new travelers! I'm not the only mode of transport, there are veins of bells where there is said to be a great creature making her home, but I have never seen her."

Ah... Thoust have seen and heard wind of such lands more than I, it sounds... Tis hopeful for one's resolve to be tested here... I may wish to seek out such a vein of bells residing beast for thineself... for thou shan't heard of such transport...

"Indeed. It would be fascinating to see what you can make from the silk!"

Indeed, good sir... Such oddities doth be seeked... answers sought for an intrepid traveler...

*Slowly the Old Stag comes to a trot, and plods to a stop at a station. He sidles up to the platforms edge and looks up at the Caretaker.*

My thanks goes to thee for such transport to these new lands...

*The Old Stag dips his head back.*

*Footsteps were heard approaching, followed by the sounds of wings flapping and hissing. Arriving to the station was a black and red cloaked vessel, accompanied by a pair of Grimmchildren, following obediently. The trio seemed to be donning red bows and nice top hats... where they got them? Who knows, but they did look fashionable...*

Oh, I thank thee for such compliments, good sir.

*The baby stag sniffs them happily, making little noises and wiggling to try to get closer to the flying children. The Old Stag nods.*

*The two Grimmchildren let out a curious chitter, one of them landing on the ground, leaning forward to sniff the little stag beetle. The other watched from a bit of a farther distance, albeit still curious and seeming to be trying not to give into its curiosity*

*The baby stag squeaks happily, trying to nudge the near Grimmchild. Their gaze looks over to the farther one and they make a little mrp sound, curious as to why the other flappy isn't playing! The older beetle admires the charm, then ever-so-gently picks it up with his mouth and drops it into a small saddlebag-like pocket. He then looks back to the vessel and dips his head in respect.*

*The closer Grimmchild let out a soft hiss, pulling its head back a little bit before sniffing some more, returning the nudge to the baby stag. The other one tilted its head, its red gaze on the little stag, still not quite drawing near but not backing away either*

*The Grimmchild let out a chitter, watching the little stag carefully as it's, albeit not full, wings flutter for a moment before it surged forward to tackle the small stag with a playful chirp. The other one, perhaps after seeing its companion start playing with the stag, decided to join in despite being a little more reserved*

*They squeak and make tiny growls, little mouth occasionally nom-ing down on a wing (painless due to the lack of teeth) and tiny legs kicking, Its tiny horn is used to bump into the Grimmchildren.

*The Grimmchildren generally just tackled the baby stag since they didn't have legs and occasionally nommed on their playmate too, albeit a bit carefully since they DID have teeth. Though, they mostly nommed on the stag's horn or the occasional leg*

*The baby is purely delighted by their pouncing, and zigzags all around their elder, full of the zoomies. The Old Stag is just trying his best to avoid getting in the way.

*The Grimmchildren tire out as well, the larger one being the first to fly to the Caretaker's staff and perch there to rest and take a nap. Its smaller companion followed shortly after, taking its spot on the vessel's head in between their horns*

*The Old Stag chuckles as his grandbaby settles into a sling on his side and makes a tired little sigh before falling asleep.*

I shall agree... twas entertaining, to state the least.

*As the Caretaker climbs aboard, the stag makes a side-to-side motion with his great head.*

Ah. Do tell of what you have seen, great stag... I yearn to learn of such lands as we make such travel there...

"That world was ruled over by one of silk, a great being. Recently, there has been somewhat of a less structured change, but that's not really something I know much of. There are small towns and settlements across the caves and tunnels. The biomes range from sandy to leafy, a swamp-like waste land and clean water sources, even a Citadel of metal and gears and a plain of lava... things run on silk instead of soul, there are beads called rosaries as currency instead of coins... it's fascinating to learn about when I find new tunnels and new travelers! I'm not the only mode of transport, there are veins of bells where there is said to be a great creature making her home, but I have never seen her."

Ah... Thoust have seen and heard wind of such lands more than I, it sounds... Tis hopeful for one's resolve to be tested here... I may wish to seek out such a vein of bells residing beast for thineself... for thou shan't heard of such transport...

"Indeed. It would be fascinating to see what you can make from the silk!"

Indeed, good sir... Such oddities doth be seeked... answers sought for an intrepid traveler...

*Slowly the Old Stag comes to a trot, and plods to a stop at a station. He sidles up to the platforms edge and looks up at the Caretaker.*

*Footsteps were heard approaching, followed by the sounds of wings flapping and hissing. Arriving to the station was a black and red cloaked vessel, accompanied by a pair of Grimmchildren, following obediently. The trio seemed to be donning red bows and nice top hats... where they got them? Who knows, but they did look fashionable...*

Oh, I thank thee for such compliments, good sir.

*The baby stag sniffs them happily, making little noises and wiggling to try to get closer to the flying children. The Old Stag nods.*

*The two Grimmchildren let out a curious chitter, one of them landing on the ground, leaning forward to sniff the little stag beetle. The other watched from a bit of a farther distance, albeit still curious and seeming to be trying not to give into its curiosity*

*The baby stag squeaks happily, trying to nudge the near Grimmchild. Their gaze looks over to the farther one and they make a little mrp sound, curious as to why the other flappy isn't playing! The older beetle admires the charm, then ever-so-gently picks it up with his mouth and drops it into a small saddlebag-like pocket. He then looks back to the vessel and dips his head in respect.*

*The closer Grimmchild let out a soft hiss, pulling its head back a little bit before sniffing some more, returning the nudge to the baby stag. The other one tilted its head, its red gaze on the little stag, still not quite drawing near but not backing away either*

*The Grimmchild let out a chitter, watching the little stag carefully as it's, albeit not full, wings flutter for a moment before it surged forward to tackle the small stag with a playful chirp. The other one, perhaps after seeing its companion start playing with the stag, decided to join in despite being a little more reserved*

*They squeak and make tiny growls, little mouth occasionally nom-ing down on a wing (painless due to the lack of teeth) and tiny legs kicking, Its tiny horn is used to bump into the Grimmchildren.

*The Grimmchildren generally just tackled the baby stag since they didn't have legs and occasionally nommed on their playmate too, albeit a bit carefully since they DID have teeth. Though, they mostly nommed on the stag's horn or the occasional leg*

*The baby is purely delighted by their pouncing, and zigzags all around their elder, full of the zoomies. The Old Stag is just trying his best to avoid getting in the way.

*The Grimmchildren tire out as well, the larger one being the first to fly to the Caretaker's staff and perch there to rest and take a nap. Its smaller companion followed shortly after, taking its spot on the vessel's head in between their horns*

*The Old Stag chuckles as his grandbaby settles into a sling on his side and makes a tired little sigh before falling asleep.*

I shall agree... twas entertaining, to state the least.

*As the Caretaker climbs aboard, the stag makes a side-to-side motion with his great head.*

Ah. Do tell of what you have seen, great stag... I yearn to learn of such lands as we make such travel there...

"That world was ruled over by one of silk, a great being. Recently, there has been somewhat of a less structured change, but that's not really something I know much of. There are small towns and settlements across the caves and tunnels. The biomes range from sandy to leafy, a swamp-like waste land and clean water sources, even a Citadel of metal and gears and a plain of lava... things run on silk instead of soul, there are beads called rosaries as currency instead of coins... it's fascinating to learn about when I find new tunnels and new travelers! I'm not the only mode of transport, there are veins of bells where there is said to be a great creature making her home, but I have never seen her."

Ah... Thoust have seen and heard wind of such lands more than I, it sounds... Tis hopeful for one's resolve to be tested here... I may wish to seek out such a vein of bells residing beast for thineself... for thou shan't heard of such transport...

"Indeed. It would be fascinating to see what you can make from the silk!"

*Footsteps were heard approaching, followed by the sounds of wings flapping and hissing. Arriving to the station was a black and red cloaked vessel, accompanied by a pair of Grimmchildren, following obediently. The trio seemed to be donning red bows and nice top hats... where they got them? Who knows, but they did look fashionable...*

Oh, I thank thee for such compliments, good sir.

*The baby stag sniffs them happily, making little noises and wiggling to try to get closer to the flying children. The Old Stag nods.*

*The two Grimmchildren let out a curious chitter, one of them landing on the ground, leaning forward to sniff the little stag beetle. The other watched from a bit of a farther distance, albeit still curious and seeming to be trying not to give into its curiosity*

*The baby stag squeaks happily, trying to nudge the near Grimmchild. Their gaze looks over to the farther one and they make a little mrp sound, curious as to why the other flappy isn't playing! The older beetle admires the charm, then ever-so-gently picks it up with his mouth and drops it into a small saddlebag-like pocket. He then looks back to the vessel and dips his head in respect.*

*The closer Grimmchild let out a soft hiss, pulling its head back a little bit before sniffing some more, returning the nudge to the baby stag. The other one tilted its head, its red gaze on the little stag, still not quite drawing near but not backing away either*

*The Grimmchild let out a chitter, watching the little stag carefully as it's, albeit not full, wings flutter for a moment before it surged forward to tackle the small stag with a playful chirp. The other one, perhaps after seeing its companion start playing with the stag, decided to join in despite being a little more reserved*

*They squeak and make tiny growls, little mouth occasionally nom-ing down on a wing (painless due to the lack of teeth) and tiny legs kicking, Its tiny horn is used to bump into the Grimmchildren.

*The Grimmchildren generally just tackled the baby stag since they didn't have legs and occasionally nommed on their playmate too, albeit a bit carefully since they DID have teeth. Though, they mostly nommed on the stag's horn or the occasional leg*

*The baby is purely delighted by their pouncing, and zigzags all around their elder, full of the zoomies. The Old Stag is just trying his best to avoid getting in the way.

*The Grimmchildren tire out as well, the larger one being the first to fly to the Caretaker's staff and perch there to rest and take a nap. Its smaller companion followed shortly after, taking its spot on the vessel's head in between their horns*

*The Old Stag chuckles as his grandbaby settles into a sling on his side and makes a tired little sigh before falling asleep.*

I shall agree... twas entertaining, to state the least.

*As the Caretaker climbs aboard, the stag makes a side-to-side motion with his great head.*

Ah. Do tell of what you have seen, great stag... I yearn to learn of such lands as we make such travel there...

"That world was ruled over by one of silk, a great being. Recently, there has been somewhat of a less structured change, but that's not really something I know much of. There are small towns and settlements across the caves and tunnels. The biomes range from sandy to leafy, a swamp-like waste land and clean water sources, even a Citadel of metal and gears and a plain of lava... things run on silk instead of soul, there are beads called rosaries as currency instead of coins... it's fascinating to learn about when I find new tunnels and new travelers! I'm not the only mode of transport, there are veins of bells where there is said to be a great creature making her home, but I have never seen her."

*Footsteps were heard approaching, followed by the sounds of wings flapping and hissing. Arriving to the station was a black and red cloaked vessel, accompanied by a pair of Grimmchildren, following obediently. The trio seemed to be donning red bows and nice top hats... where they got them? Who knows, but they did look fashionable...*

Oh, I thank thee for such compliments, good sir.

*The baby stag sniffs them happily, making little noises and wiggling to try to get closer to the flying children. The Old Stag nods.*

*The two Grimmchildren let out a curious chitter, one of them landing on the ground, leaning forward to sniff the little stag beetle. The other watched from a bit of a farther distance, albeit still curious and seeming to be trying not to give into its curiosity*

*The baby stag squeaks happily, trying to nudge the near Grimmchild. Their gaze looks over to the farther one and they make a little mrp sound, curious as to why the other flappy isn't playing! The older beetle admires the charm, then ever-so-gently picks it up with his mouth and drops it into a small saddlebag-like pocket. He then looks back to the vessel and dips his head in respect.*

*The closer Grimmchild let out a soft hiss, pulling its head back a little bit before sniffing some more, returning the nudge to the baby stag. The other one tilted its head, its red gaze on the little stag, still not quite drawing near but not backing away either*

*The Grimmchild let out a chitter, watching the little stag carefully as it's, albeit not full, wings flutter for a moment before it surged forward to tackle the small stag with a playful chirp. The other one, perhaps after seeing its companion start playing with the stag, decided to join in despite being a little more reserved*

*They squeak and make tiny growls, little mouth occasionally nom-ing down on a wing (painless due to the lack of teeth) and tiny legs kicking, Its tiny horn is used to bump into the Grimmchildren.

*The Grimmchildren generally just tackled the baby stag since they didn't have legs and occasionally nommed on their playmate too, albeit a bit carefully since they DID have teeth. Though, they mostly nommed on the stag's horn or the occasional leg*

*The baby is purely delighted by their pouncing, and zigzags all around their elder, full of the zoomies. The Old Stag is just trying his best to avoid getting in the way.

*The Grimmchildren tire out as well, the larger one being the first to fly to the Caretaker's staff and perch there to rest and take a nap. Its smaller companion followed shortly after, taking its spot on the vessel's head in between their horns*

*The Old Stag chuckles as his grandbaby settles into a sling on his side and makes a tired little sigh before falling asleep.*

I shall agree... twas entertaining, to state the least.

*As the Caretaker climbs aboard, the stag makes a side-to-side motion with his great head.*