My spores been growing by the day; my days been shining bright
To you the herald looks like life. Growth and change, the natural world, the beauty of new buds and old growth alike- this is what you see when you look up upon them, their body just as nude as yours as they rise up from the water. Like your twin you feel a heat in your groin, glancing down in some surprise at the erection that has appeared in the nest of your dark curls. "A mating response," you suggest to Oia. It isn't your first time being hard, but it is something you have never really acted upon.
You beam up at the herald regardless, delighted to be in the presence of one who has helped to maintain such a marvelous ecosystem for so long. Nodding in agreement to Oia's assessment, you gently take a section of lichen off your neck, setting it on the stony ground. "We also wan'ed to know what influence you had on the ecosystem over the past three hundred'n nine years- didja intervene directly, or let adaptation take its course, or both? Have you noticed significant mutations, or trends in the changes of the flora an' fauna, or has it remained mostly stagnant?"
You beam up at the herald regardless, delighted to be in the presence of one who has helped to maintain such a marvelous ecosystem for so long. Nodding in agreement to Oia's assessment, you gently take a section of lichen off your neck, setting it on the stony ground. "We also wan'ed to know what influence you had on the ecosystem over the past three hundred'n nine years- didja intervene directly, or let adaptation take its course, or both? Have you noticed significant mutations, or trends in the changes of the flora an' fauna, or has it remained mostly stagnant?"
Kaimana
