#fatelessbard

Hollow has figured out that they can’t run for a theoretically ungodly amount of time anymore. Drat. This is going to make finding their siblings hard!

For now, Hollow has paused at a small creek, and sits on the ground panting from exertion. They carefully pick up a handful of water, and timidly lap at it. Tongues are new. Water is new. Consuming for continued life is new.

Most of the water ends up on their black-furred legs. Darn it.

A hint of movement is caught in the corner of their eyes. Hollow is back on their feet--hooves?-- in a second, Nail pointed in the direction of motion. “Who ther--” Their ask is cut short when they accidentally bite down on their tongue.  

“........” The rider stood wordlessly at the door of her roommate, contemplating the appropriateness of knocking. Last few days had been mostly spent quietly reading in her room, yet every now and then a pleasant melody would break the silence. Although one to prefer quiet, pleasantness could not be denied. The source she determined to be a certain bard whom she was quartered with. 

Current intent could be summed to a mere whim but curiosity wished to measure the one who filled the air which said melody, hence upon the tune’s end door was knocked. “Pardon but....are you the one whom has been singing all this time?”

It was early in the morning what Godzilla first heard it, that singing. It was at first was only a little irritating- the singing itself was great, but...the big G never did like waking up from a good snoozing. The lake Goji had decided to be his new home was nice enough, the fog was thin today and the local fauna have decided to leave him be. It was a nice little set up.

There was someone on the shoreline, the source of the singing- oh shit are those swans? Some punk ass swans have decided to swan their way to some of that good singing the little funny dressing friend was doing. How nice-

breakfast and a show!

👍 MAKE HIM COMPLIMENT YOU

“You....” He paused, then frowned. “aren’t the most stupid person I know. And you’re not the most irritating people in green I know, either.”

It seemed that Kiwi had found themself in the wrong sort of company while asking the local Opalarians about what’s happening between the kingdoms.

Mu had overheard the chatter, something about “beating up the little green bean” while making her way down an alleyway, meeting face-to-face with a fence when she rushed to investigate. Ugh. Fingers curling around the smooth, silvery bars, she pressed her mustache against it and peeked to see what looked like plant person surrounded by three, maybe four nasty-looking individuals from the local neighbourhood. 

Furrowing her brows, she scaled the fence and wormed her way into the situation - did I say wormed?

Nope, barged in fit better, with the way she kicked one of the fishier-looking individuals down, snatched up their sword, and skidded to a stop next to Kiwi before turning around and holding the weapon high into the air with a triumphant grin.

“You losers better get off this “bean’s” back, or else we’ll both make sure you end up being planted into the ground yourself!!”

Welcome!

You'll be staying in HOUSE 126!

You'll retain the ability to communicate with animals!

Enjoy your stay!