Lone Chromillia

Heavy slow steps padded across the sand, Quinnsing aimlessly letting his large and earthen companion guide their journey as the feathered avian dozed behind them, it's head tucked under it's wing as it muttered to itself sleepily. They still were having trouble understanding this land, it seemed entirely to be, as far as he could tell, nothing but blank sands and the muddy water pooled swamps. There was precious little life, and precious little of anything save blank landscape. There was the strange birds, feathered and furred at once, who seemed to delight only in their never-ending curiosity and want for things that glitter and shine, those tricky and elusive ribbon like creatures that seemed to do naught but play and cause mischief, and the big lumbering earthy creatures that even he had trouble understanding the desires of, save that this one at least, seemingly wanted nothing more then company and to serve them.

Then of course there were the bloblings. Quinn had yet to figure out if themselves, and by extension, the rest of the bloblings were different from the other creatures that roamed this land, or if they were merely another lonely piece in this otherwise barren land. Certainly most bloblings seemed capable of speech, something they had not noted in the other creatures, but overall they seemed lacking in all other areas, lacking limbs, speed, strength, dexterity, and utility all. They were seemingly useless.

Were they supposed to be so helpless and incapable? It seemed a strange purpose in a creatures life.

Quinn seemed to always dwell on these thoughts, and they realized, absent-mindedly, that they often seemed to repeat their trains of thought, but it was hard to find much else to occupy the mind and thoughts with such an empty land with seemingly nothing but space to occupy them. Even the plants were almost non existent, with only occasional groves or lonely growing rainbow petaled trees. Where and how they grew they weren't sure either, they simply seemed to, just like everything else, be. Everything here was just in a state of existence, for no purpose other then existing. Was that really all there was?

Troubled and lost in thought, as the blobling often found themselves, if it weren't for the low grumble of the big creature below them, they might not have noticed that they seemed to be approaching one of those trees. For a moment they almost dismissed it, seeming to find the trees curious at first with the odd hum they often emitted, but otherwise just another feature that seemingly was there for no purpose other then just that. It was only at a closer glance that they noted the teal shape that seemed to lurk beside the tall tapering trunk. Hm. Another blobling. There seemed to be an odd pile by the tree as well, the sort of which the avian behind him might have tried to gathered. It was curious to see it stacked merely in a pile out in the exposed open like that, and the situation seemed to ring odd from the distance.

There was little else to do though, and Quinnsing was curious mildly. The bloblings seemed such a scattered group, and while they had only had a few short and awkward interactions with their fellows, they remembered still the words of the rainbow being when they had been told to talk to other bloblings and try to find themselves. Was that supposed to be the way forward and the purpose in their life?

Hm, perhaps. Even if not though, it was a more sound seeming course of action then continuing to aimlessly wander, and wriggling slightly, they signalled their companion to keep going forward, the terreden moving closer to the blobling and the rainbow tree, azure eyes noting the odd wilting quality as they drew closer, before their gaze flicked to the other blobling, curious. "Greetings. What are you doing? Why is this wilted?" Attempting a greeting, it came off stiff and blunt, but Quinnsing didn't seem to notice it, question in their gaze as they studied the blue-green shape leaning against the tree.