Post by Cosmic on Jun 7, 2019 10:26:58 GMT -5
After the... bright-heat incident and the ensuing unhappy words with the strange new big-white-scalie, what with how utterly worn out Ichor had looked, Ra’chett would not have been surprised (though admittedly quite saddened) not to see them again for a long while. The goddess definitely need a good long rest in a warm-dark-place, preferably with a good snuggle buddy!
... Or maybe they were projecting a little.
But honestly, when was snuggling ever a bad thing?
Nonetheless, spotting the tall-nice-goddess sitting in the shade and creating lovely multilayered reverberating harmonies with a chromillia so soon afterwards is a pleasant sight. The low, eerie melody was also quite lovely, and Ra’chett is about to join into with their own polyvocal hum when the sound suddenly cuts out. They blink once, then wriggle-crawl quickly forward when Ichor hides her face -no, don’t be sad!- with every intention of wrapping their tentacles as far as they will go around the goddess’ ankle in a reassuring hug.
They pause when the colorful-kind-goddess speaks up again, listening avidly with wide eyes at the idea of strange new things that not even Ichor knew about... She had made so many lovely things already for Ra’chett and the other bloblings to enjoy, the tentebab couldn’t imagine what else the ‘others’ could have created that somehow escaped Ichor’s knowledge! But if it meant she and the chromillia could make that eerie-sweet music again, the peachling would happily help.
“Ǐ̊̊͢ ̓͊̒ͮͬ͒͗͞c̓͐̓͑a̽ͦͤ̈ͯͦ̆n̉͂̋͗̀͌͝ ̛̿͒ͧ̅s̢̃̏̆e͐͂̈ͤ̇à̛̎̐̏̈́r̛ͫͩ̍̊c͂͗̒̾ͤ҉h͊ͬͨ̉̚͏-̉̐ͤ̐͗̓̌f̛ͤ͂̈́ͤiͨ̊̏́̽̕n͂ͤ̿̓ͬd̔̽ͬ ̧̒́̓t̏ͤͫ͂̒̚h̴͛͆̃ͧ͒eͮ̊̇sͤ͝e̢̒ͦ̊ ͭ̒͞n̵ͯ͑̉͂̚e̔w̆̔͌͢-̒̔ṡ̍̚tͭͤ̽͐ͬ̚r̀a̒̎̒ͫͥ͞nͬ̂̏̓ͨ́ͤg͋̇̈́̈́͋̉ͩě̀̆͐ ̄͠t̅̏͆̋͗ͫh̏͂̀ỉ́n͛͜g̾ͮͯ́͝s͛̊̿ ͥ̋fͫ͗̽͋̅õ̽̄r̅ͣ̂̈̍̇͊̀ ̀͗̿̚͞y͗̓̄ͫ̽̿̽o̢ͬ̔̒uͦ̉ͬ̄,ͯ̾̌ͯ̃ ̨͑̓̿ͩkͩ̀̑͞i͆n͛̂ͫ͛d̄ͧ̽̍̏-̎ͮ̌̽̃͆̒͡ġ̷ͫͭͧ̓oͬdͣ̚d̋ȅͮ̆͒̽̍ͧssͥ͛͆͗ͬ̎-̋͛͑ͪͥͣ̏I̍̾ͣͬͪcͩ̐ͣ͢h̡ͭ̋͐ͯ̓ͪo҉r̡!̄̓̍͗͊͑ͬ” Ra’chett puffed up happily. “Yơ͓͖u̼̤̹͓͝ ̢r̘̩̹̖̝͙̠e҉̙̻st̮̤̼ ̜̲͠a̖n͎d͏̹ ͎̖̝̙͔͔͈m҉̖̗̠̯̪̳ͅa͏ke͉̬̰̼͔̞̤ ҉̺͙͎̻m̘̯̭̻͖̻̲o̖͖͓̘̻r̵͇͎̣̗͈̺e̯͎̮͍ ̷̗̘͉̰̤͕̩s̸̱͇͇̣̮͕h̙͚̗̠̬͠ͅį̖v̯̣̼ͅe͍̪̤̱̱r̜̫͢-͙̙̭̩͖̗́ͅş̻̞͈̥w̮̺̝̮̗͟e͇͓̰e̳͍̯̘̺̳͕t̼̟̗̦̲̜ ͍̮͓͓͟s̹͚̗̻̩̼͢ou̥̦̫̰͈ń̬̗ds̜̝͜ ͍̼̯͍́ạ̢͔͍̯͇̼̯ṉ̞͉̠͙̦͖d̺̥ ̵̖̝̖̖r̲̞̗e҉̼͉̱̹̱̜m̼͉̺͎e͖̳̺͞m̙̟͎̦̜͚͜b̸̩͇̗̙̣̗e̹̜͈͎r̶̹͈͔̤ ̜̲͔̕y̙͍̦̰̬̭̥o͕̙̫̦u͎͇̖r͇̤̝̯ ͕̟̰͎̻̠f̫͍͍ͅo͏̙͈̞̦͚͖ŕg̥̜̝̼o̢̻̩̪͎͇͉̱ṱ̣̹̳͜t͔̝e͡n҉̰̹̤̬̣ ̪͠t͏̮̣̱ḩ̱̱̦̭̼͔i̦̣̩̳̲n̼g̡͔s̷̗͇,̲̬̻̘̮̪̘ ͎̞̘͇e̙ͅa̸͖̜͚͔̼s̢͚̥̜͈͓̠y̵̟̘̬͕̹!̻̝̗̣͞”
Then, with a gleeful warble, the blobling flung itself the rest of the distance between them to nuzzle-hug the closest part of the goddess before wriggle-squirming away in a seemingly random direction.
