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September Intro: The Fields Are Painted Gold

INTRO LOG: SEPTEMBER

Who: New arrivals, and you!
What: New souls arrive to the archipelago of LifeAftr
When: September 4th and onward
Where: Primarily Ensō, though Umui is also likely
Warnings: Mark as needed!

The Beach: And the Sun is Coming Through
When you arrive on the archipelago of LifeAftr, it is on the shores of Ensō - turquoise waves dragging through the pale sand of the beach. The breeze carries the tang of salt on the tropical sea spray. The sky overhead is a blue to rival the aquamarine surf. All told, the atmosphere is almost...pleasant. Not far from the cream-colored beach, the jungle beckons.

Above the treetops, however, something seems to be drifting overhead.

Bright spots of color drift on the wind like motes of dust. On further inspection, one might be able to discern what, exactly, is the cause of this lazily wafting, brilliantly colored confetti.

They are flower petals, being funneled up into the sky. Petals of every color and shape imaginable, thickening the air with golden currents of pollen, being lifted from one specific point. They are streaming freely from the Storyteller's Temple, as it happens, though this may not be clear to the newly arrived. The Temple has at last begun to shed the floral trappings that have ensnared it since the end of last month, and the breeze carries this out across the ocean skyline.

There's no mistaking it: it is very beautiful. Unless you have allergies.

Inland: The Trees Are Filled With Memories
This influx of flowers on the breeze, aside from being a potential source of unpleasant reminders to those who died choking on said flowers last month, have had additional consequences. The creatures rescued from Ziziphus flourish in such pollen-rich environments, which has led to a fresh budding of their young. Baby mosslings crawl like lumps of lichen over the trunks of trees, and the loud peeping of arboreali chicks can be heard in the branches above. Most of these creatures are not tameable, but some, such as flowccus, can be kept as livestock.

Just take care, when venturing into Ensō's verdant jungle. If Ziziphus's prey animals have begun to spring forth, then its predators have begun to reproduce as well. Young spindlanks and rootwyrms are not nearly as vicious as their adult counterparts, but you may have a bit of trouble getting rid of them without killing them - you did, after all, bring them here to preserve them.

Most notable, however, are the fresh litters of tigerlilies that have begun swarming all over Ensō.

Tigerlilies can be tamed and kept as pets, though despite their fearsome appearance, they not terribly vicious. They subsist in much the same way any other plant would; off of water and sunlight, primarily, though they might also graze like an herbivore from time to time.

If you're interested in keeping one for your own, bear LifeAftr's companion limit in mind - two per character, and no more. The process of trying to tame a tigerlily is not always successful, either. We recommend use of a d10, with the following guidelines:

Rolling a 10: Critical success! This tigerlily will follow you to the ends of the earth.
Rolling 6-9: Taming and training this tigerlily will be like educating a stubborn housecat, but will be nonetheless successful.
Rolling 2-5: Failure. You get sprayed with soporific pollen, which will affect you for several hours.
Rolling a 1: Critical failure. Not only do you get sprayed with soporific pollen, but the tigerlily in question decides that you're their new cat toy. Tigerlilies are not carnivorous, but their teeth and fangs are still very sharp, and not highly pleasant to contend with.

Bear in mind that these are only guidelines; you are free to predetermine successes or failures as you'd like, presuming your character can sustain the companion! Our discord channel has a room for dice-rolls, if that's your speed.

All new arrivals will awake with knapsacks, their names stitched to the front. The contents of said knapsacks can all be found in your acceptance notices!

As a final note to those who participated in the Test Drive Meme, bear in mind that those threads, if all parties involved would like, can be game canon in the form of dream-like memories involving a place very much like this one, though the layout is considerably different.

Feeling a tad adrift? Make sure to check the Locations Page, which has details regarding the starting areas and a handy map for those who feel better with a bird's eye view!

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[ guess who else just woke up? you aren't alone, shiro. ann's been awake for a little while longer, though, rummaging through her knapsack to see what she's got when she hears someone nearby. she turns to see ~~beef~~ a tall man with white hair.

he looks like someone who might be good to go exploring with.

> approach. ]

Hey, did you just wake up here, too?

[ It takes them a moment to recognise this person, though that's not to say they forgot him, really. But he's -- changed, somewhat, with the most striking things being the loss of an arm and hair a stark white.

They approach the motionless body on the shore, looking him over for a moment before patiently, just...patting at his face. Shaking his shoulder, gently. That's how you wake people up, right? ]

[Petals dance on the air and he can't find them pretty. He hasn't felt this much anxiety since he tore through the halls of the Castle in one headlong sprint for the Black Lion's hangar. He'd stalked through the forest all morning. He'd looked for any sign of anyone getting sick.

He'd shake people this time if they all started sprouting flowers. He wasn't going through that again. He's prowling one of the lesser known areas near the shoreline when the sounds of a creature in distress reach him. He turns and melts into the woods and high overhead Ember cuts through the sky. He flicks his hand up in a signal to track as he weaves towards the sound.

Ember's shadow falls over Shiro as the bird recognizes his armor. It sings a sweet song and circles, calling where to go. It sweeps low the fire of its wings snuffing out as it settles on a branch overhead. The song pours out and the reason for it is apparent as something moves quickly in the forest behind the tigerlily. Keith slips through the brush out into the open. Ember falls quiet as he takes his own gloved hands and works at the back of the accidental trap.]

Pull at the left side. I'll get the right. It looks like they came through too fast.

[Something inside him settles. Shiro is here. It doesn't matter whatever else is going on. Or what problems might arise or if he remembers. He's here. He's safe.]

What's the last thing you remember?

[THE BEACH]

[When giving advice about drifting, it's common to hear Jaeger Pilots say to "Stay in the Drift. The Drift is silence." Quite frankly, Newt doesn't really agree with that.

Then again, none of those Rangers drifted with an alien hive mind.

The Hivemind is loud, screaming, full of a myriad of voices snarling out in rage for vengeance at Newt's now-second intrusion. Their anger burns hot, wanting to kill and destroy and tear until nothing is left. Last time, he felt burned by it, rattled and shook by their surprise and the sheer neural overload. This time, however, that burn feels lessened, protected and cocooned by another consciousness neither his nor the Hivemind's, images and emotions of his own past and a past he doesn't know flitting by like a jumbled slideshow. A toy airplane, the bite of the needle, smooth wood of a cane under his hand before those memories are pushed aside and they're pushing further into the Hivemind, the two of them, together (--with me--) tearing out the Precursor's secrets and knowledge and 'they are grown I told you so' and 'honestly Newton is this really the time' and that's how you open the Breach, that's how you get past their defenses, we have to warn them, you will fail, we will find you, WE ARE COMING and there are claws reaching for them and Newt pulls back, jerking, trying to drag them out before the Precursors can sink their teeth into either of them and everything for a moment is violent chaos and then

nothing

just

blue

...until there isn't. Instead, there's an overly large rabbit who sees fit to introduce themself, start going on about stories and things like that and Newt can't even get a word in edgewise despite trying. And before it can even really begin, it's over, and it's all blue again and he feels like he's falling through nothing at all and he's grasping, reaching,

and Newt jolts upright, sucking in air, coughing violently. His hand flies to his face, pressing under his nose and coming away bloody, which causes him to immediately start fumbling in his pockets for a handkerchief. A moment later it's tucked under his nostrils, temporarily stemming the flow, and then...Newt notices that he's, well...warm. There's sun warming the sand--sand?!--that he's sitting on and it's definitely not sometime in the morning in Hong Kong and he's still covered in dirt and grim and possibly kaiju guts but as his head jerks up and he looks around--]

What the hell!

[it's essentially a squawk as Newt scrambles to his feet, handkerchief falling from his hand as he turns to stare at the beautiful sandy beach, the blue sky, and the sea behind him. He stumbles over the sand, eyes wide and wild-looking behind his glasses, rotating as if this action would reveal something familiar.]

Where--Hermann?! [He was just there, he was with me, where--and Newt's foot catches on a large bundle laying next to him, and down he goes, sprawling onto the sand with another loud yelp. For a long moment, he simply stares up at the blue sky through one of the cracked lenses of his glasses before softly but emphatically whispering:] What the fuck.

[...a breath and a hand pushed under his glasses to rub at his eyes and Newt groans.] Okay, Geiszler, let's think this through. You were in Hong Kong. You drifted with the Hivemind a second time, great idea, go me, we know how to get past the Breach and we need to warn them because the plan's not going to work and then there was a rabbit???? And now I'm...on a beach. [Newt pulls his hand out from under his glasses, staring once again at beautiful limitless blue with flower petals drifting by. He sits up, slowly this time, taking in his surroundings with a more critical eye.] No Hermann. No baby kaiju. [It's like he's ticking off a check list.] No drift machine. No helicopter. No, uh...Hong Kong. [He can't help but laugh, once, high and cracking hysterical] Okay! Sure! This is super normal! [he finally glances down to see what he's tripped over, frowning as he reaches for the...backpack? It's a backpack. Something like that?? Either way, he nearly drops it again once he realizes it's got his name stitched onto it.]

What the fuck?

[this iteration is louder than the first and laced with significantly more irritation as he yanks the backpack open, staring at the inside. There's...not much in there, but he's immediately pulling each thing out until he's got everything spread out in front of him, from the packet of dried fruit to the stone with a screen on it???? Newt stares down at them and repeats, now for a third time, accompanied by throwing his hands up in the air:]

What the fuck?!

[THE JUNGLE]

[Really, Newt should've known better. But when has that ever stopped him?? After having a mild (""""mild"""") freak out on the beach, Newt's eventually wandered into the jungle, because where else is he going to go, exactly? This, naturally, lead him to stumbling into a group of tigerlily kittens. Literally. Honestly, they blend in with the foliage! So much so that he's not even aware of their presence until he accidentally steps on one of their tails. The resulting yowl is enough to make Newt nearly jump out of his skin, but it's the resulting spray of pollen that has him coughing and hacking up a storm, stumbling back from the now moving pile of plants that is conforming itself into...cats??? Tigers? Something with plants growing out of it??]

What...the...

[Newt's hand shoots out, helping him lean on a tree while he tries to squint and get a good look at whatever the hell just gave him a face full of something probably hazardous. Unfortunately, the effects of the pollen are already starting to take their toll, causing a wave of drowsiness that makes him sway on his feet. He winds up clutching at the trunk of the tree with both hands, trying to suck in air for a clear breath, as if that could clear the sudden cotton in his head. Unfortunately, it does no such thing, and Newt slowly starts to sink down to the ground, even as his fingers scrabble at the tree bark, trying to keep himself upright. Today is just...not a great day.]

Edited 2018-09-04 14:22 (UTC)

( you know what's a relief? a familiar, friendly face. it feels like some of the tension that he had been holding in his chest starts to lessen, easing out of him as soon as he hears hunk's voice. he's on his feet in an instant, ready to greet him. )

Hunk? Hey!

( taking a glance over him. )

Are you alright?

( good morning, ann. everything is about to get vaguely terrible. he's a little startled when she speaks up as he hadn't initially noticed anyone else around. he was obviously still a little disorientated.

there's a small lift of his eyebrows as he regards her, immediately curious. by all rights, she looks like human being from earth, which presents some hope that he might have ended up on the right planet after all. if he was going to have some kind of accidental crash landing, ending up on earth was probably one of the best outcomes. that is, if this was actually some kind of crash landing. he's not sure yet. )

Yea.

( a bit of a sheepish smile. )

Do you happen to know how we got here?

( it might not be the proper way to wake someone up, but it certainly works and that's all anyone could really ask for. it takes a few hits from the knight before he finally wakes, eyes snapping open with no small measure of alarm. at first all he can see is a big and beautiful blue sky, which is not immediately alarming, but definitely not what he should be seeing right now.

he's pretty sure of that.

with a small turn of his head, he then sees the knight at his side. )

Hello.

( he says, stupidly. the knight may not be like anything he's seen thus far, but he's clearly not a threat to him. he pulls himself up into a sitting position then, quickly glancing around at the surrounding area. )

Thank you for waking me.

( but why was he here? what happened? )

[ she's certainly human, in...nearly every sense of the word. (more human than some people back at home are, anyway.) she may not be sure where she is but she's at least pretty sure that this is earth. it feels like hawaii, almost, and when she thinks of it that way she feels a little less afraid.

it helps that someone else is here with her, too. ]

Actually, I was going to ask you the same thing. [ she frowns. looks like they're both lost...though that isn't exactly a good thing, it isn't necessarily bad, either, because it brings her a sense of comfort knowing that she's not alone in this. ] Well- first of all, are you okay? You're not hurt, are you?

( The Knight might have blinked, if they were capable of blinking. No signs of recognition on his part.

...Oh well. That doesn't matter, particularly. Perhaps he's been through a lot (the lack of an arm seems to indicate that well enough).

They attempt to see where he's looking, jumping up and down to get his attention. When they've done so, they hold up their hands and sign, big and slow and careful. )

hurt?
need-help?
have-question?
can-help

( He doesn't look hurt, but you never know. Better to check. And if he's confused, then the Knight can quickly bring him up to speed, as best they can. )

Edited 2018-09-04 09:23 (UTC)

The Beach

Leonard awakens in the life raft, blinking into coherency, and takes in everything around him as quickly as he can. It takes a moment to remember where he'd been, what he'd last been doing, and he sits up with a start, only to see his knapsack nearby. As the lifeboat settles onto the shore of the nearby island, he rips open the bag to see what's inside.

The pistol. The pistol is the only thing he seems to be able to take in among its contents. He gasps and sits back against the side of the boat.

An afterlife. Not another try at life, another chance, as he'd believed he'd have. But some kind of afterlife, some place where he'd have to deal with the consequences of what he'd done.

He seals the bag, tempted to angrily chuck it far off into the water and ignore that he'd ever had it. However, being so rash could be unwise. Scowling, he shoulders the bag and climbs out of the boat onto the shore. He can't believe it. He can't believe it! This shouldn't be happening!

After a few steps onto the beach, he notices the flower petals drifting on the breeze and reaches out to capture one. It's soft and slightly scented. He rubs it between his fingers and then lets go.

Is this— Could this be...?

There are others on the beach. Other boats arriving. His heart leaps into his throat. "Allison?" he whispers to himself, looking at each boat's occupant as it washes up to shore, rushing to inspect the face of every blond woman that might happen to be nearby. If this is the afterlife, then—

He must find her.

Inland

Leonard has ceased to search for Allison, at least among those arriving on the boats. After another inspection of the contents of his knapsack, he takes out the multitool and keeps the knife to the ready as he picks his way among the trees and undergrowth. Once he finds shelter, he'll work out how the stone of farspeech works.

He's sighted a building and started toward it when he notices the animals nearby, frolicking and not fearing to be near him. He lowers the knife he's holding and watches for a moment. He was never much of an animal person&msash;had never allowed his daughter to have a pet, had never stopped just to pet one. He pauses to see if one will come near.

i. beach

[Dogmeat woke up a little while ago, but hasn't bothered to move from his spot yet. Instead, he lays just above the tide line with a growing blanket of flower petals covering his back and head. Occasionally the pollen gets to be too much and he sneezes, sending a veritable rainbow of colors scattering to the wind around him. There's an appropriately sized knapsack on his back - it looks as though someone has taken the time to thread his legs through the straps so it won't fall off. He can't reach it, so he doesn't know what's inside, but he's sure somebody will be nosy enough to check eventually. That's human nature. They're just natural looters.]

[But as is, with no real direction, Dogmeat does what he knows best: He waits for someone to need him.]

ii. inland

[Eventually, the beach does get boring, so he makes his way into the jungle. There are all sorts of strange creatures here, new smells and sounds he can't even begin to place. This is about as far from the Commonwealth as one can get and Dogmeat has no idea where to even begin.]

[So for the most part, he wanders. Into the Storyteller's temple, into the surrounding squares, pretty much everywhere. The later in the day, the further inland he can be found, though he never goes more than a square or two away from the temple, using that as a home base of sorts for the time being. He makes note of resources, shelters, oddities, danger zones...just the beginning of what will be a long and difficult road of memorizing the island.]

[Feel free to come upon this unusual addition to the island's wildlife at any point in time today.]

A - What The Tide Dragged In

[When had Anthy laid down to rest? She can't recall, but if she had it was most certainly not on a beach, let alone so close to the water. She finds herself waking as the waves pull back, coughing up saltwater, her clothes sodden and her unbound hair heavy and wet. She sits up, blinking back the last images of her dreams, of a party at night and white roses blooming from her body and a rabbit, a rabbit speaking of stories, and-

And she stares. Once she has her breath, that is. She looks wide-eyed at the incredibly blue sky, the pure sand, the jungle waiting off in the distance, and the petals, oh, the air is sweet with them. Despite the surf rolling in to brush at her legs, the sand likely now encrusting her pink dress, she closes her eyes and breathes deeply, centering herself.

It's alright. She may not know where she is, but...Anthy has dealt with worse.

Her reverie is broken by a tiny coughing sound, and she looks - there's a sodden knapsack at her side, where the sound is coming from. Brow furrowed, she opens it, and only realizes the moment she sees her tiny purple monkey companion that Chuchu had been with her when she had left Ohtori, so where was he now?]

Chuchu! Oh, no, are you alright?

[She scoops him out and holds him to her shoulder like one would a baby, and gently pats his little back. He coughs, sputters, takes a deep breath.] Chuuuu...

I'm so sorry, Chuchu - I should have looked for you the moment I woke up. I didn't know you'd be in there. [He clamours up onto Anthy's shoulder, then lays there face down and groans. She smiles, the expression small and private in its warmth.] But the worst of...whatever this is should be over, right?

B - Linger At The Tree Line

[Whether or not someone's come to explain what's happened and where Anthy is, she's taken the time to cautiously examine the place where the expanse of jungle begins. Having shaken out most of the dry sand from her clothes and hair, she holds her knapsack in front of her and peers into the shade from the canopy, wondering if she can make out any familiar sort of creature. Not that she's looking to make friends right away - there is a part of her, a small part, that pipes up in that light and insistant tone that she really needs people friends, and going straight to her old habits will not help her in this strange and new world.

But it's intriguing. Oh, is it intriguing. Even Chuchu has perked up to look with her, though he dare not stray from his Mistress's shoulder.]

...Isn't it beautiful? I can't recall ever seeing any place like it.

Oh, my. Are you here by yourself as well?

[Anthy's been slowly making her way down the shore, and she hadn't needed Chuchu's squeaks of surprise to notice the dog up ahead. What was odd, though, was the pack on his back as well, just like the one she has. Normally, when one comes to a new place, one would assume all the animals are native to it, but for this dog to be outfitted as she was...well, he had to be from somewhere else, then, wouldn't he?

Anthy stops a reasonable distance from Dogmeat, crouching down so she could be on his level, and doesn't look directly at him. Her voice is gentle, though, and if he chooses to bring his attention to her, she will hold out a hand for him to sniff. Chuchu, intimidated by this creature's size, slips off into Anthy's knapsack and watches from there - he could try to fight a human, they won't eat him, but a dog might.]

[ The Knight has grown used to looking for new arrivals at about this time, and so it's not so much a surprise when they come across a new person on the beach, apparently cradling a smaller creature.

They observe briefly from a distance to assess the situation, but it doesn't take long for them to walk up to Anthy and...stop to look up at her.

...Why are all these people so tall. Oh well. They stick out a small hand in greeting, wanting to show they're friendly. ]

[It's Chuchu who sees The Knight first, having turned his head to lay on his side for a moment, smushing one of his large ears underneath him - though he perks up immediately when he spots someone of his size nearby. He chirps, tugging on a lock of Anthy's hair, and she turns her attention first to him, and then to this new person.]

Oh...!

[It takes a moment, but she waves back.]

Hello. Do you live here?

[Flower petals dance on the wind, spiraling down into the sand and littering the shoreline with color. It would be breathtaking, if not for the anxiety it sparks. Flowers weren't so comforting anymore. Weren't so pretty.]

[Lillie is sporting some of her new clothes (a flowy shirt that looks like a sea of stars and those torn-up jeans Guzma found for her) as she emerges from the Storyteller's Temple and makes her way down towards the beach. A large jug of water is cradled in her arms. Guzma said new people would be showing up soon and she was sure they could use a hand with the mana pools. Some might even need aid, water, or food. And, well...she holds a faint hope that Luna will be there with them. She would be drawn in by the opportunity to meet new friends. So if she's not there, Lillie will know for sure that she's really and truly left the island.]

[She comes upon Ann pretty much right out of the gate and, for once, has a confident answer to the question she's (ambiently) being asked.]

Enso. Oh, but. Um...hello, also.

[Nailed it.]

[ She's left Daisy back at her place on the islet, mostly because she doesn't want her to get hurt. Anise, though, had insisted on coming, and so when Mira comes upon Shiro and the trapped cat... Anise mewls in sympathy. Maybe comfort, since it can sense its distress. ]

Do you need a hand? I have a knife, if you need something sharper.

[ They tilt their head at Chuchu inquisitively, similarly fascinated by seeing someone who's as small as they are. But they nod, in response to Anthy's question, and draw their sword to write on the wet sand in precise, neat letters. Made a little bigger for their reader's benefit.

this is enso
home to many people
nice to meet you
my name is knight
what is yours ]

[She waits patiently as they begin to write, folding her hands in her lap. Chuchu, meanwhile, scampers down and watches The Knight before looking around for something small to use himself. He succeeds - a tiny splinter of driftwood is lodged nearby in the sand, and he pulls it out with ease, holding it aloft in triumph before doodling...his own face.

And very shaky letters spelling out "C H U C H U", and an arrow towards his face doodle.]

Home to...many people. I see. [Though she hasn't seen many people around, this does prickle at her nerves a bit. How many people could be found here? How large could a crowd get on an island like this...it would be better if she knew someplace she could retreat to, without the threat of eyes on her.] My name is Anthy. Were you born here, or did you come here like we did?

[ They watch Chuchu's progress with clear fascination, applauding when he's done. They take a moment to study his face before drawing their own rendition of it on the sand, carefully copying the letters he's used to spell out his own name.

anthy
will remember

They shake their head at the first part of Anthy's question, however.

was brought
by dreams
other people born in this world visit sometimes
but not usually

To come here implies they had much of a choice, and they did not, considering their unique circumstances at the time. They are not ungrateful for it, however. There is much here they've experienced, when they otherwise could not. ]

[Chuchu puffs out his chest and puts a hand on his hip, looking very proud and quite grateful for the applause. He's worked very hard on this sort of thing!]

Ah...'brought' does make more sense. Does anyone know why we are brought? Or by whom?

[She does recall, in her own dream, that even the rabbit did not know why people arrived, but the people themselves may know more than they did.]

Flowers drift like memories

Don't... don't go. Please! The words, the grief echo in Shion's mind as he wakes up, trembling from the dream. Grief, lonliness. Someone being left all alone and Shion, sat still doing nothing. Nothing to help.

Nightmares and strange dreams were nothing new to Shion but when he was attacked by a tigerlilly, a dreameater and a cat it wasn't difficult to put the pieces together. He had lost time again. Disappeared to no where and it seemed odd dreams that seemed almost too real were part of that.

Mu was a dream land, was that where he had been? Lost wandering? Or had he been elsewhere? The idea that he had been taken somewhere and made to forget... It had happened in the Tower. It could happen here. They did not know, after all, who exactly was responsible for bringing them here.

So a dream? Or a reality that Shion only part remembered? Had there been a sobbing, grieving person begging someone to stay. Someone left alone...

He pulled on the T shirt that Ren had given him and left the islet, Cobweb by his side, heading towards the Story Tellers temple, he still can't read. He had tried to read his notebook. Tried to write down his dream. But... Even if he can't read the rock it is a place people gather.

As he steps from the mana pool he sees the flowers. They are beautiful, floating through the air like that. Even with the horror of having them growing out of him. Even seeing his friends dying of flowers bursting out of their skin, coughing up flowers and blood...

He flinches as one of them flutters through his hair. It's too much. But he can't... There's so much that is ruined by memories. Foods he had once loved that now made him choke, sounds that struck fear into his heart, innocent things, innocent words that cause panic to rise. Plants, flowers. They have been something he has loved since he was a child, he will not let this ruin them.

But still he flinches every time one touches him.

Forest of new life

He had noticed the abundance of new life and he could be found crouching down observing mosslings or getting lost in watching the flight patterns of an aboreali. They had chicks, nests. Though the parents weren't hunting, they didn't need to. Being mostly plants. The animals that were mostly plants from Zizipus were beyond fascinating.

A few times his hand went to his backpack for his notebook before returning to his side empty. He was trying not to think about it. That something as basic as reading had been removed from his mind.

Cobweb didn't let him brood for long though, he soon found a group of young tigerlillies and though Shion was a little concerned it seemed he had nothing to worry about, Cobweb was content to play with them gently. Shion joined them, petting a couple of the small tigerlillies. He was careful not to startle them, not wanting to end up sleeping. Cobweb was having fun and Shion was content to stay for a while, watching them play.

It's a mossling. [Not too far away there is a white haired boy crouched down, a tigerlilly by his side. He smiles at her, though his voice is pitched low as to not startle, either her or the mosslings.]

Aren't they fascinating!

You can talk?

[He froze, momentarily stunned. This wasn't the first time he'd seen an animal that could talk, but it was still rare enough to be surprising.]

I, uuhh... I'm Prompto.

[He drew back his hand awkwardly.]

I've been here 'bout a year, with some other people. Umm... Nice to meet you?

[It's probably not at all reassuring to see an even bigger Tigerlilly running towards him but this one comes with a human. Cobweb nudges the cub away, not roughly but firmly encouraging it to let go of the dogs ears.

As Cobweb deals with the tigerlilly Shion crouches down to see to the pup. He hasn't seen any dogs on the islands before, centipuppies really didn't count. This isn't quite a dog though... A jackal. Shion has never seen one in person before.]

It's alright. I'm just going to check your ears. I won't hurt you. [His voice was soothing as he reached out, non threateningly.]

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