#ivorycakes

(iknowitsabowbut..thewholeSINGLE-WINGLOOKISSOCOOL,PLSFORGIVEME)

for ivorycakes

The thought of her own family fighting her surprised her, and she slowly sheathed her bow and arrow.

She looked to the side to see what happened to the sprite.

"I guess it's gone away. I made the same mistake again," she silently said to herself, a bit crestfallen. She hadn't meant to force it to leave because of her pride, but she was bad with words and feelings.

Umbra stopped walking when she watched the sprite hover around her head.

"Huh? I can't understand you. I swear this is so hard, trying to talk with something that can't speak," Umbra commented sharply, fed up with the communication barrier.

Umbra watched as a rock hit the sprite and bounced off when she spoke. It didn't seem like it hurt the sprite, but she looked in the direction it came from after the sprite nodded to her, to see who threw it.

Her eyes met empty darkness, unable to discern a figure that could have thrown the rock, but she grew wary, sensing a presence. She stayed put for a bit, then turned back to advance into the dungeon, unsheathing her bow and arrow.

[Feina is stalking Umbra btw for witch hunt]

"Alright, let's go," she announced, walking carefully to avoid making too much noise. She had a constant feeling of someone - or something - staring at her.

She glanced side to side to stay on guard, occasionally catching a glimpse of a fleeting bright figure that was distinctly human-like.

Umbra watched as the ice sprite bobbed up and down after she asked the question, taking it as a "yes", that it was invited to the feast.

"So it can understand me? I should probably keep talking to see."

She noticed the silence grew a bit awkward when she remembered the Carnivorous Plant corpse was near her feet and she was drenched in blood.

"I'm not sure if you know this, but there was something saying that we should 'decorate' ourselves in fomor blood. I didn't hear why though," she stated.

"I feel so stupid, talking to a sprite," she cursed mentally.

"I don't think you can talk, so you could probably tell me what you're trying to say by moving."

She paused for a bit to ponder, then thought of something simple.

"Just bob up and down for 'yes', and side to side for 'no'. Yeah, that'd be easy."

She wasn't sure what they'd do if their communication required more than simple "yes"s and "no"s, but for now, this would suffice.

When she stopped talking, she heard a crack of thunder, then noticed the forest grew silent.

"We should probably get going. I heard some other people earlier, but they might have moved on to somewhere else," she proposed, waiting for the sprite.

mention: [x]

"Fuck you, Morrighan," Umbra hissed as her arrows missed. For some strange reason, the Goddess was moving a lot faster and more erratically than usual.

Why was she even in here anyhow? Come to think of it, did the dungeon even have Goddess statues? Umbra couldn't recall seeing any. She had to watch her step to make sure she doesn't get knocked out.

On second thought, why was Umbra even fighting a goddess? She stopped firing arrows when she heard the sound of people and a tussle in a bit of distance.

She turned her focus to her enemy, and the image of Morrighan faded to the ice sprite again.

On closer inspection, the sprite didn't seem to want to harm her. Its stance was not offensive, but defensive, and it seemed frantic, making X's in the air as it hovered.

"Should I kill it? It doesn't seem to want to hurt me but you can't be too sure," she pondered.

"... Stupid imp ...!"

A feminine voice rang out again, reminding Umbra that apparently other people were in here too.

"Hah, I wouldn't be surprised if this sprite was also a guest to the feast," she smirked. She figured it wouldn't hurt too much if she showed some leniency, considering that she was a Milletian and ice sprites didn't hurt too much. She returned the arrow in her hand into the quiver and slung her bow around her again, to show that she wasn't going to hurt the sprite.

"Hey, sprite. Did you come here for a party or something too?" she asked tentatively, half expecting an actual reply.

"Maybe if I have a fomor on my side it would make getting through this dungeon easier."

Song origin: Child Of light

MML composer: Ivorycakes

Composing rank: 1 (impossible)

Solo

Instruments: lyre or piano recommended

Other: there are actually more tracks than two, for the bass. This will be the second MML. Play with it in 3mle in order to have the tracks you want/ make a jam version. (Note that the second mml is only provided for 3mle use, and is not recommended for a solo)

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