My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
After being thoroughly sidelined by your hunt for the Undine, it is finally time to try and speak to the herald you've heard so much about. You've spent a couple minutes just lying and lounging on the rocks, letting the air dry you off as lichen grows up over your skin (you took your clothes off long ago, thoroughly unfazed by nudity). It's a pleasant sensation, albeit cold. "If only we had fur, this would be close to perfect."
Rolling over lazily, you pull yourself up onto your knees and scoot toward where the little statue sits. Cross-legged and wide eyed, you glance over at your twin. "So should we just call to 'em? D'ya think they know we're here already?"
Rolling over lazily, you pull yourself up onto your knees and scoot toward where the little statue sits. Cross-legged and wide eyed, you glance over at your twin. "So should we just call to 'em? D'ya think they know we're here already?"
Kaimana
