#third-sentinel

@third-sentinel

@third-sentinel

Ah, you are active. The Sixth found and approached me not too long ago. It mentioned that it would send you to me.

[He was cut off by a series of coughs. When he recovered, he cleared his throat before continuing.]

...My apologies. Greetings, Third. I am glad to see you still function. ...I hope you've been well.

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[The sentinel did not detect the "Sixth" Sentinel's approach, and was thoroughly caught off-guard by its tackle. With a very simple "Ah-", the two collapse onto the ground, the First Sentinel landing flat on its face. A quiet groan escaped it as it angled its head to try to look at the "Sixth" Sentinel.]

Sixth of make? This is...an expected greeting.

Startled was this sentinel. You are rather light on your feet, sibling. Stealthy. Detect you, this sentinel did not.

How fare you?

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...only to stop dead in the middle of the field.

...

*It just watches the Sentinel after stopping.*

...

Sentinel? What is it? ... Did you find something...?

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Phantom glanced up. Admittedly, they had not expected the Sentinel to return with silk but they would be lying if they said it wasn't a relief. They would finally be able to patch themself up, to recover at least a little from their time imprisoned in the organ.

(Not that it mattered in the long run. It was inevitable that they would wind up in the same sorry state eventually.)

*His voice was quieter than usual, so gentle.. so loving..*

*He entered the house slowly, closing the door and barely doing any noise. In brite arms was a little moth.. a pink and green one, she was.. crying?..*

*Slowly, she approached Chroma and smiled at it, holding the child close.. very close..*

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[ - @devotion-and-hatred ]

The Moss Grotto approaches in their route.

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