Post by Cosmic on Jun 4, 2019 0:39:00 GMT -5
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It had been a long, long walk back from the deep desert, made even longer by the changes Ra'chett had experienced on the way... Their new limbs all seemed to possess a mind of their own, the three not holding onto the special Hana-lambfruit-branch often trying to drag the rounded base form in opposing directions, resulting in a writhing giggling pancake of a blobling. It was no surprise then that the peachling at first thought they were feeling so hot from the sheer exercise! But when they collapsed on the sand for a breather and found the temperature only increasing, and fast, the budding tenteblob realised that something new was going on.
Ever-curious, Ra'chett wriggle-pulled themselves toward the source of the strange new thing, shifting over the top of the dune to spot the flickering-bright-movement and franticly wriggling felled chromillia. The sight was... Confusing didn't even seem to cover it, really. Seeing the tall calmly-swaying flower-trees on the ground was weird enough, but the flicker-bright that seemed to climb over the plants and the sand around them. It moved like a living thing, though the obscure little not-voice that had existed in the back of the blobling's mind since their creation said that is most assuredly was not, and that something about it scrabbling across sand like that was not right.
But alongside that sense of wrong-ness, was also a sense of comforting warmth on cold nights (though the idea of 'night' and 'cold' were blurry at best) and tasty toasted sweetness and soft small lights in darkness. Little sparks of positive feeling that had the blobling slipping down the gradual slope in a tangle of limbs, branch held above their head, and wriggling their way toward the nearest source of flicker-bright with characteristic eagerness.
But alongside that sense of wrong-ness, was also a sense of comforting warmth on cold nights (though the idea of 'night' and 'cold' were blurry at best) and tasty toasted sweetness and soft small lights in darkness. Little sparks of positive feeling that had the blobling slipping down the gradual slope in a tangle of limbs, branch held above their head, and wriggling their way toward the nearest source of flicker-bright with characteristic eagerness.
