They've walked a long way. Time doesn't mean as much when you're not as subject to its effects, so they don't mark the days passing unless something eventful happens. Distance, too, leaves no mark on them, except perhaps on their cloak, which is kept with as much care as they can manage.
They have only a few things that are theirs. So they should take care of them.
It's green and bright and squishy here, and the last part of that is what interests them the most. They spend some time distracted by the softness of the moss, and in truth they're still distracted when they come across someone who's...
...
She looks bad. They don't have a lot of medical knowledge, but they're pretty sure spikes don't go there.
This bug doesn't seem very concerned, though. So what should they do?
The Knight peers at Lace, head cocking in a near-universal expression of curiosity. In response to her question, they merely shrug.
They have no concrete direction, so perhaps they are lost. But they have no particular goal or desire to reach a certain place, so on the other hand, they are not.
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They have only a few things that are theirs. So they should take care of them.
It's green and bright and squishy here, and the last part of that is what interests them the most. They spend some time distracted by the softness of the moss, and in truth they're still distracted when they come across someone who's...
...
She looks bad. They don't have a lot of medical knowledge, but they're pretty sure spikes don't go there.
This bug doesn't seem very concerned, though. So what should they do?
The Knight peers at Lace, head cocking in a near-universal expression of curiosity. In response to her question, they merely shrug.
They have no concrete direction, so perhaps they are lost. But they have no particular goal or desire to reach a certain place, so on the other hand, they are not.