kaimana
"Why d'ya have to clean 'em?" But Oia's question answers yours, if not in a particularly satisfactory way. "What d'ya do with the bodies, if y'don't recycle 'em? Cremation?" You've heard of cremation as a means of bodily disposal, and though it still seems like an awful waste of a valuable resource it is, at least, functional. Keeping them around, persevered forever? Unless they're being used as some sort of long-term flower bed, perhaps, it doesn't seem to make a great deal of sense.
Like the Pied Piper of Fungi you usher out your charges, sending them squelching ans squeaking away in search of better corners to inhabit.
The next task is to paint the afterlife for the benefit of the dead, which is problematic in a couple regards: a, because you have never been asked to make art for dead people before; b, because dead bodies to not seem as though they have any great appreciation for art; and c, because you cannot really be what the afterlife does look like, having never been dead yourself. Though Oia's comments once again earn a nod of agreement, your wide brown eyes turning expectantly to the wall as you wait for the Abasi to explain.
Regardless of it all, though, you are here to be helpful, and so even though you do not know what an afterlife is like and what would make the dead feel better about it you aim to do your best. Picking out a wide array of colors, you begin to apply them to the wall in a haphazard and abstract manner, something like a landscape slowly taking shape. It is shockingly skillful, actually, impressionistic and vibrant with trees on a cliff before an ocean (how do you know what an ocean is?), the sky soft hues of blue and purple that dance upon the water below. Turns out, you're a pretty good painter. Well then. Who'da thunk?
Kaimana paints a scene of the ocean
Like the Pied Piper of Fungi you usher out your charges, sending them squelching ans squeaking away in search of better corners to inhabit.
The next task is to paint the afterlife for the benefit of the dead, which is problematic in a couple regards: a, because you have never been asked to make art for dead people before; b, because dead bodies to not seem as though they have any great appreciation for art; and c, because you cannot really be what the afterlife does look like, having never been dead yourself. Though Oia's comments once again earn a nod of agreement, your wide brown eyes turning expectantly to the wall as you wait for the Abasi to explain.
Regardless of it all, though, you are here to be helpful, and so even though you do not know what an afterlife is like and what would make the dead feel better about it you aim to do your best. Picking out a wide array of colors, you begin to apply them to the wall in a haphazard and abstract manner, something like a landscape slowly taking shape. It is shockingly skillful, actually, impressionistic and vibrant with trees on a cliff before an ocean (how do you know what an ocean is?), the sky soft hues of blue and purple that dance upon the water below. Turns out, you're a pretty good painter. Well then. Who'da thunk?
Kaimana paints a scene of the ocean
as the world comes to an end
i'll be there to hold your hand
'cus you're a queen and i'm a lionheart
