[PQ] underground, the stars are legend

THE LEFT PATH Lily's turned away gaze relaxes the creature immensely, though neither of them can see it. Which of course is precisely the point. With goopy and watery eyes it looks at the two before it, seeming anguished and uncertain, worry etching itself into the deep and moist creases in its neck-rolls. "Books?" It repeats with a sad sounding frown. Its webbed fingers come together, long 'fingers' touching, and as they pull apart a mucous-like string connects them. It is clear that this is the sort of creature for whom books are absolutely off the table. "Long ago—brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrap—there was a groooooooooooooooooooouuuuuu!!!!!p here. They kept me in a cage." The Prince paused, a strange blush suddenly rising beneath its nearly translucent skin giving the phrase internal bleeding a strange new visual. "Don' make me go ba—brraAAAAhhHpPPPPPP—ck!" It wheezed suddenly, tears rolling down its cheeks again in such a flood that soon its distended stomach glistening wetly in the darkness. THE RIGHT PATH For a moment the star hovers. Had it a face, it might have just beamed adoringly but without any real comprehension at Amalia. And then, everything went white, and when the pair opened their eyes... (the text is a link)