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Sawbuck of the Felt. It's a pleasure meeting you all.

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Bugul NozYou’ve been traveling for a day so far, in the daylight and in the night. Daylight travel is always tricky, which is why Mother had made each and every one of you cloaks out of ‘sun cloth’ — a very heavy duty and expensive cloth designed to protect from the Alternian’s sun’s blistering rays. Sign is the only one of you that wears his all the time.You are hunched, down into your cloak, trudging along in the bright light of the sun with your eyes aimed downward. Ahead of you is Sign and the Disciple, walking huddled together, and ahead of them is Mother, the only one not in a cloak. You don’t understand how she can move around like that and not get horrible burns on her skin.Sign and Disciple shift apart and Disciple races up to Mother. You know this because her feet suddenly leave his. Sign slows down, and suddenly the two of you are walking together. He’s not hunched under his cloak like you, with the hood drawn as far down as you can get it, and the cloak wrapped tightly shut. Probably because he’s used to walking during daylight. You don’t think you’re ever going to get used to walking during the daylight.“They’re going up ahead to look for shelter,” Sign says, bending over to peer at your face.“Good. Leth get out of thith horrible thun. Thath a great idea,” you say back. You’re a bit grumpy about it all, walking for this long. You hate walking this long. Sign just laughs and the two of you lag behind further, walking slower because you are dragging your feet.Sign shoves you, good naturedly, and you stumble. For a moment your gaze is upward, and on the horizon you see desert yellow. Your hood slips back down, you bow your head, and you straighten back into a hunch. You’re lucky your skin didn’t fall into direct sunlight.“I think thereth a thandthtorm ahead,” you say.“Fuck. We’re not going to catch up to Mother and Disciple in time,” Sign replies, shifting next to you. He reaches out and grabs your wrist and pulls you in a direction. You stumble along after him as he runs.“Where are we going?” you ask, curious.“Safe haven,” Sign replies. “I grew up in these deserts, there should be an entrance to the caves nearby.”“Caveth?” you mutter to yourself, but it’s hardly heard of the sound of the wind picking up and the sand getting closer. You stumble on a dune and suddenly the both of you are tumbling downward and safely into a cave. You breath a sigh of relief and pull your hood back. Sign does the same and just grins.“See?” he says, waving his arms about. “Caves.”“You’re impothible,” you mutter and walk further in. “How long do thethe thtormth latht?”“A while,” Sign replies, brushing out his hair. “We’ll need to go further in to escape the full brunt of the storm. Come on.” He walks further into the cave and you quickly follow behind him with a sigh.“How are we going to meet back up with Mother and Dithiple?” you ask but Sign waves his hand in your direction, a sort of negligent ‘don’t worry’ type of thing. You grumble, cross your arms, and follow after him in silence after that.For a while you walk, and you hear the wind pick up and howl. Occasionally sand blows your way, but its merely remnants, grains and dust. After a while Sign stops, and you stop, and you both settle down on some protruding rocks and wait. Sign pulls out a notebook and begins scribbling, you pull out your small portable husktop and try and hook to a network with no success.Faintly, the howling sounds a bit like screaming, but you attribute it to the wind and ignore it for a time being. It is when Sign frowns and slips his notebook away that you pause and strain your ears to listen harder. Yes, that actually did sound like screaming you think, and you stand up.“Should we check it out?” you ask. Sign hums, rocks on his heels in thought, and then nods. You head further in.It’s darker so you light up the place with a ball of psiioniic energy. The world around you pulses red and blue. Sign steps ahead of you and peers around a corner. He pauses, blinks, and then crouches down with a smile. You hesitantly follow after him and pause at the edge of the turn.“Hey, you okay little one?” Sign asks, reaching out a hand. You see what looks like a freshly pupated wiggler, he or she is so small. They’re curled and crouched against a corner of the cave wall screeching and screaming, probably because the sounds but more likely because of the gash on their leg. It bleeds tealIn response to Sign he gets sharp, panicked clicks and growls, low whirrling sounds and a few high pitched whines. You recognize the sounds, you used them when you fall into a fit because speaking and making actual words is harder. She, for the teal blood identified herself as such, is terrified. You kneel down next to Sign and tug out a pair of bandages from you pouch.“I’m going to dreth your wound,” you tell her, but you doubt she can’t quite understand you. It looks like she hasn’t even had her first schoolfeeding yet. Sign repeats your words in the gutteral, natural, instinctive language and the little teal blood sniffles but nods consent. You wrap her legth and feel about it with your psionics.“Ith not broken,” you say to Sign. “But it ith fractured.” Sign nods in understanding and smiles sweetly at the little girl. He speaks to her, but you ignore the words.For the duration of the storm you help the little teal blood out. You learn that she lost her lusus in the caves after it told her to hide. It didn’t tell her why, but she didn’t think, she just did as told. You figure it’s most probably because of the storm, and when she’s feeling better and the storm is beginning to wane you help her search the caves.You find an egg.You’re not quite sure what is up with the egg, but when the little girl’s face lights up and she races to it and wraps her hands about it you guessed you found what she lost. She babbles in that instinctual language her thanks. You laugh and tug at your hair. Sign smiles sadly.“Be good,” he says to her. “Build your hive, be something great. Maybe we’ll see you again some day.”You shake your head. “Leth show her out of the caveth at leatht.” Sign looks at you, and there is a look on his face you don’t quite understand, but he nods in agreement. You both help the girl to the entrance you tumbled into. The entrance had about three feet of additional sand piled up. The storm had passed, now, but the sun still shines bright. You look at the outside and squint, but when the little girl moves to race out you grab her and pull her back, shaking your head.Dangerous you tell her. You don’t know how long she’s been in the caves, but she must have run here when the moons were high in the sky. This probably wasn’t the first storm to blow through here, and she must have been down here for a while. You offer her some of your food from your pack, and then pull your cloak off of your shoulders. You hand it to her.Take, you say. Safe, you add. Sign watches you with surprised eyes, but you roll yours at him.“I can be a nithe guy onthe in a while,” you tell him. “I’m not a complete bulgethucking tool.” Sign laughs.You swaddle the young troll in your cloak, wrap her lusus up with her, and then nod. She nibbles on the food and smiles back and then she runs out into the sunlight.“We’ll be stuck here now until nightfall, you know,” Sign tells you.“And you’re complaining why?” you ask back. “I thought the whole thing you’ve been preaching had thith whole ‘be nithe to your fellow troll’ bullshit attached.”“And now is when you choose to listen?” he says with a raised brow.“Oh fuck you Thign,” you reply. He laughs.