[ Yamada happily squirms himself into a coil in her palm, splashing his little nubs in the water. Putting on a little show for her which slows down as she describes the brain on legs. He has his issues with brain alteration- that whole thing with brain eating bacteria ruining his life. Nothing major.
Still, Tieve trusts the thing. So it's probably okay. ]
...Okie dokie.
[ In truth, if he was faced with a thinking creature in a cage that didn't deserve to be there, he'd probably rescue it too. But he's a little on edge and thinking about making sure his precious Tieve isn't in danger. ]
[Well, now he knows she is relatively unfazed by things like brains on legs and humans turning into them. Clearly him transforming into tiny cute worms and other innocuous critters will never be a problem for her.]
I think it was me that changed it, actually. [She confesses, turning to make her way back to the crossroads she entered from.] I'm not sure how, but it had broken away from the hive mind. I felt a little responsible.
[She trusts Us, yes. She's not sure what it would do if something happened to her. Go rogue, maybe, and attend only to its own needs and interests. But for now, she has it under her wing.
For what is essentially a trip from one world to another, it's a quick jaunt. She shelters Yamada in the palm of her hand as she steps across the threshold. Immediately on the other side, the scents of the woods are strong and vibrant, laced with the spicy smell of woodsmoke. When Tieve says 'camp' she means it. It's just her and her animals for the moment, but the setup she has is a bonfire, a cooking pit, and a large but rather rustic tent, all close to a well. The skyline of a city is visible in the distance, to the west, and further away, a river or sea.
Closer up, of course, there's the tea party: saucers, cups--one of which is set up like a small table, with a moss tuffet for a seat for him--and a white dog sleeping nearby, patiently waiting for his mistress to return.]
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Date: 2024-07-31 09:53 pm (UTC)Still, Tieve trusts the thing. So it's probably okay. ]
...Okie dokie.
[ In truth, if he was faced with a thinking creature in a cage that didn't deserve to be there, he'd probably rescue it too. But he's a little on edge and thinking about making sure his precious Tieve isn't in danger. ]
Well, I'm sure we'll all be friends in no time.
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Date: 2024-08-01 07:38 pm (UTC)I think it was me that changed it, actually. [She confesses, turning to make her way back to the crossroads she entered from.] I'm not sure how, but it had broken away from the hive mind. I felt a little responsible.
[She trusts Us, yes. She's not sure what it would do if something happened to her. Go rogue, maybe, and attend only to its own needs and interests. But for now, she has it under her wing.
For what is essentially a trip from one world to another, it's a quick jaunt. She shelters Yamada in the palm of her hand as she steps across the threshold. Immediately on the other side, the scents of the woods are strong and vibrant, laced with the spicy smell of woodsmoke. When Tieve says 'camp' she means it. It's just her and her animals for the moment, but the setup she has is a bonfire, a cooking pit, and a large but rather rustic tent, all close to a well. The skyline of a city is visible in the distance, to the west, and further away, a river or sea.
Closer up, of course, there's the tea party: saucers, cups--one of which is set up like a small table, with a moss tuffet for a seat for him--and a white dog sleeping nearby, patiently waiting for his mistress to return.]