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@lost-verdania
Welcome.
...Verdania..?
@town-0f-greymoor
I am..here..
The caverns were nearly silent, save for some moments of gusts of wind blowing in. The hard floor lacked anything of life, and the small bits of plant that did exist had since been decayed into a ghostly white shell of its self.
The spirit’s grey and decaying form laid there, near the entrance of its territory. Her hair and dress had frayed and torn, her entire body translucent. However, that grey glowed with a tinge of a more lively green upon the voice rather familiar. Turning her head, she couldn’t believe the form in front of her.
G-Greymoor…?
I heard about your disappearance. Was that claim false? Am… Am I hallucinating? Can spirits such as I hallucinate?!
*They look upon Verdania's Decayung spirit, their..hidden hands twitch and squirm but he keeps that impulse down*
You look..faded, weaker..
*They move a littleee closer*
Please don't tell me you are fading...
Whether this was a hallucination or not, she responds the same. No other bug alive here to see them anyway…
Alas. The inevitable passage of Time has come to claim my soul, same as many others like me. I might see them before my time is up, but… I’m that I am too late…
I was going to lay damage to the Citadel while I had the energy… unfortunately, my fraying mind can only do so much… Without my people… without any mind, We are nothing.
Rest assured, O Moor, your land will surely be okay without me.
Verdania, a Once beautiful land...and spirit..
It pains my soul to watch you fade away, even when its inevitable..
Can i..atleast, stay a bit.
I know we've..had a rocky meetings..
But can i stay, to make the fading..less lonely..?
Hearing their soft voice, even their presence.. She has always been a little alone, despite the neighbors near her. They never talked to her, even before their downfall… until now. She glowed with an equally soft aura, more powerful than she had imagined.
Before she realized, she had already responded.
Of course, darling…
She… just blurted that out. Verdania had never accepted such company in so very long, and at this time, she looked like she desperately needed it. Her body retracted to a shorter length, cusping her knees with her own hidden hands.
I… Your Company, Greymoor… It… It makes me live. Hush whispers had kept me alive up until now, but nobody had communicated anything related to my presence anymore, and now I am kept away by the Citadel to rot.
Now… you’re here and I’m… grateful.
I don’t believe in such rocky meetings. You had simply met me at a very low and possibly last portion of my life. I was being too harsh at that time… I do hope you forgive me, Greymoor…
I must thank you for offering to stay here. It’s the least I can do…
She sees something in herself while she looks at Greymoor’s eyes. A chance for hope… and change. It may be a burden, but perhaps with their help, she… could live…? Such a possibility might occur.
*His black eyes, squint and sway around, but he tries to keep it down, could it be.. maybe if he stops enough about her past as..True verdania..back when they..we're just the whisp thicket, he can't even remember what he Orginally was called*
Thank you..for not pushing me away, Verdania..
...
*Sigh*
Its so faint and far but oh so near aswell, I faintly remember the old days, of lush green, of critters chirping happily..
I know..what i had said that..time ago, about me "allowing" The Citadel to..strip and shave me bare and construct this...suffocating town..
But its not suffocating, some parts of it may be, but..the little town, all the critters, they all have a life here, while i am sad that..I lost my true beauty, after so long of...hating how I looked, I began to, start to realize not all of the land is bad, the little tavern.. I have seen many a travelers stop by their, either to have a break, rest, or simply have something to drown out the noise...
*after a moment, he realizes he is rambling again*
Sorry, ..sorry I got lost in my thoughts for a moment there..heh..
**stupid, stupid..your supposed to be helping her, not mulling over your tragic past**
No worries. I love listening to other’s tales.
It is true, that bugs go around the area. You have this calming presence about the area that makes it a nice spot to relax in.
I learn now that I need to depend on others now more than ever… Depending on others may mot be as weak as I thought. It is proven time again, such as your people.
What I am trying to say, Greymoor, is that I am glad that you are alive.
Im Glad you are Alive too..
Your really the only spiritual company I get around here and..
I hope that me being here, talking to you, will prevent your beauty from fading away..
*he subconsciously placed a ghostly hand upon theirs, then realized, and quickly pulled away*
Her eyes locked onto Greymoor’s, and in the moment he complimented her beauty, she softly chuckled. She attempted to hide the fact that her cheeks were even blushing a soft yellow. A raggedy spirit like her attracting such a cute spirit like him…?
For the first time in a while, she reached a viney hand out to Greymoor, offering to hold her hand with his.
… I have to be honest once more, but I am unsure of my future… However, I know I am willing to spend my hope on a happy ending, with you.
...Verdania..?
@town-0f-greymoor
I am..here..
The caverns were nearly silent, save for some moments of gusts of wind blowing in. The hard floor lacked anything of life, and the small bits of plant that did exist had since been decayed into a ghostly white shell of its self.
The spirit’s grey and decaying form laid there, near the entrance of its territory. Her hair and dress had frayed and torn, her entire body translucent. However, that grey glowed with a tinge of a more lively green upon the voice rather familiar. Turning her head, she couldn’t believe the form in front of her.
G-Greymoor…?
I heard about your disappearance. Was that claim false? Am… Am I hallucinating? Can spirits such as I hallucinate?!
*They look upon Verdania's Decayung spirit, their..hidden hands twitch and squirm but he keeps that impulse down*
You look..faded, weaker..
*They move a littleee closer*
Please don't tell me you are fading...
Whether this was a hallucination or not, she responds the same. No other bug alive here to see them anyway…
Alas. The inevitable passage of Time has come to claim my soul, same as many others like me. I might see them before my time is up, but… I’m that I am too late…
I was going to lay damage to the Citadel while I had the energy… unfortunately, my fraying mind can only do so much… Without my people… without any mind, We are nothing.
Rest assured, O Moor, your land will surely be okay without me.
Verdania, a Once beautiful land...and spirit..
It pains my soul to watch you fade away, even when its inevitable..
Can i..atleast, stay a bit.
I know we've..had a rocky meetings..
But can i stay, to make the fading..less lonely..?
Hearing their soft voice, even their presence.. She has always been a little alone, despite the neighbors near her. They never talked to her, even before their downfall… until now. She glowed with an equally soft aura, more powerful than she had imagined.
Before she realized, she had already responded.
Of course, darling…
She… just blurted that out. Verdania had never accepted such company in so very long, and at this time, she looked like she desperately needed it. Her body retracted to a shorter length, cusping her knees with her own hidden hands.
I… Your Company, Greymoor… It… It makes me live. Hush whispers had kept me alive up until now, but nobody had communicated anything related to my presence anymore, and now I am kept away by the Citadel to rot.
Now… you’re here and I’m… grateful.
I don’t believe in such rocky meetings. You had simply met me at a very low and possibly last portion of my life. I was being too harsh at that time… I do hope you forgive me, Greymoor…
I must thank you for offering to stay here. It’s the least I can do…
She sees something in herself while she looks at Greymoor’s eyes. A chance for hope… and change. It may be a burden, but perhaps with their help, she… could live…? Such a possibility might occur.
*His black eyes, squint and sway around, but he tries to keep it down, could it be.. maybe if he stops enough about her past as..True verdania..back when they..we're just the whisp thicket, he can't even remember what he Orginally was called*
Thank you..for not pushing me away, Verdania..
...
*Sigh*
Its so faint and far but oh so near aswell, I faintly remember the old days, of lush green, of critters chirping happily..
I know..what i had said that..time ago, about me "allowing" The Citadel to..strip and shave me bare and construct this...suffocating town..
But its not suffocating, some parts of it may be, but..the little town, all the critters, they all have a life here, while i am sad that..I lost my true beauty, after so long of...hating how I looked, I began to, start to realize not all of the land is bad, the little tavern.. I have seen many a travelers stop by their, either to have a break, rest, or simply have something to drown out the noise...
*after a moment, he realizes he is rambling again*
Sorry, ..sorry I got lost in my thoughts for a moment there..heh..
**stupid, stupid..your supposed to be helping her, not mulling over your tragic past**
No worries. I love listening to other’s tales.
It is true, that bugs go around the area. You have this calming presence about the area that makes it a nice spot to relax in.
I learn now that I need to depend on others now more than ever… Depending on others may mot be as weak as I thought. It is proven time again, such as your people.
What I am trying to say, Greymoor, is that I am glad that you are alive.
...Verdania..?
@town-0f-greymoor
I am..here..
The caverns were nearly silent, save for some moments of gusts of wind blowing in. The hard floor lacked anything of life, and the small bits of plant that did exist had since been decayed into a ghostly white shell of its self.
The spirit’s grey and decaying form laid there, near the entrance of its territory. Her hair and dress had frayed and torn, her entire body translucent. However, that grey glowed with a tinge of a more lively green upon the voice rather familiar. Turning her head, she couldn’t believe the form in front of her.
G-Greymoor…?
I heard about your disappearance. Was that claim false? Am… Am I hallucinating? Can spirits such as I hallucinate?!
*They look upon Verdania's Decayung spirit, their..hidden hands twitch and squirm but he keeps that impulse down*
You look..faded, weaker..
*They move a littleee closer*
Please don't tell me you are fading...
Whether this was a hallucination or not, she responds the same. No other bug alive here to see them anyway…
Alas. The inevitable passage of Time has come to claim my soul, same as many others like me. I might see them before my time is up, but… I’m that I am too late…
I was going to lay damage to the Citadel while I had the energy… unfortunately, my fraying mind can only do so much… Without my people… without any mind, We are nothing.
Rest assured, O Moor, your land will surely be okay without me.
Verdania, a Once beautiful land...and spirit..
It pains my soul to watch you fade away, even when its inevitable..
Can i..atleast, stay a bit.
I know we've..had a rocky meetings..
But can i stay, to make the fading..less lonely..?
Hearing their soft voice, even their presence.. She has always been a little alone, despite the neighbors near her. They never talked to her, even before their downfall… until now. She glowed with an equally soft aura, more powerful than she had imagined.
Before she realized, she had already responded.
Of course, darling…
She… just blurted that out. Verdania had never accepted such company in so very long, and at this time, she looked like she desperately needed it. Her body retracted to a shorter length, cusping her knees with her own hidden hands.
I… Your Company, Greymoor… It… It makes me live. Hush whispers had kept me alive up until now, but nobody had communicated anything related to my presence anymore, and now I am kept away by the Citadel to rot.
Now… you’re here and I’m… grateful.
I don’t believe in such rocky meetings. You had simply met me at a very low and possibly last portion of my life. I was being too harsh at that time… I do hope you forgive me, Greymoor…
I must thank you for offering to stay here. It’s the least I can do…
She sees something in herself while she looks at Greymoor’s eyes. A chance for hope… and change. It may be a burden, but perhaps with their help, she… could live…? Such a possibility might occur.
...Verdania..?
@town-0f-greymoor
I am..here..
The caverns were nearly silent, save for some moments of gusts of wind blowing in. The hard floor lacked anything of life, and the small bits of plant that did exist had since been decayed into a ghostly white shell of its self.
The spirit’s grey and decaying form laid there, near the entrance of its territory. Her hair and dress had frayed and torn, her entire body translucent. However, that grey glowed with a tinge of a more lively green upon the voice rather familiar. Turning her head, she couldn’t believe the form in front of her.
G-Greymoor…?
I heard about your disappearance. Was that claim false? Am… Am I hallucinating? Can spirits such as I hallucinate?!
*They look upon Verdania's Decayung spirit, their..hidden hands twitch and squirm but he keeps that impulse down*
You look..faded, weaker..
*They move a littleee closer*
Please don't tell me you are fading...
Whether this was a hallucination or not, she responds the same. No other bug alive here to see them anyway…
Alas. The inevitable passage of Time has come to claim my soul, same as many others like me. I might see them before my time is up, but… I’m that I am too late…
I was going to lay damage to the Citadel while I had the energy… unfortunately, my fraying mind can only do so much… Without my people… without any mind, We are nothing.
Rest assured, O Moor, your land will surely be okay without me.
...Verdania..?
@town-0f-greymoor
I am..here..
The caverns were nearly silent, save for some moments of gusts of wind blowing in. The hard floor lacked anything of life, and the small bits of plant that did exist had since been decayed into a ghostly white shell of its self.
The spirit’s grey and decaying form laid there, near the entrance of its territory. Her hair and dress had frayed and torn, her entire body translucent. However, that grey glowed with a tinge of a more lively green upon the voice rather familiar. Turning her head, she couldn’t believe the form in front of her.
G-Greymoor…?
I heard about your disappearance. Was that claim false? Am… Am I hallucinating? Can spirits such as I hallucinate?!
Erm.
I believe The Greymoor ghost has vanished.
I have not seen them visit you or dwell upon greymoor for quite some time!
Verdania’s eyes widened, and their heart would’ve skipped a beat if not for the fact they are only merely a spirit.
V-Vanished?!
Does … Does that mean…
She ponders on this, her aura becoming duller and duller. Is… is this real? She believes she has only spoken to her for a few moments, but two areas close to each other, one vanishing and one about to be.
T-The… Citadel… They took them?!
No- No- No! NoNoNoNo…
She paces around frantically, around, panicking. This can’t be real, to her…
No- this can’t be!
Her heart races now, considering the consequences, what to think about this. Will those bugs disappear as well? What will the other areas do??
Her aura now pulses with rage.
What… Has… Happened?
Wondrous days…
*gives the clover better soil, water, and fertilizer*
…
She looms over sadly as the bug moves the clover over to cleaner soil.
Why waste your time and resources on a corpse, persistent one?
I am content in passing away… So has everyone else in this dying kingdom. Perhaps use your green thumb on someone else, such as Greymoor or Far Fields. I am not one worthy of saving, vain one.
*plants a single, tiny clover*
She stared at the clover. Her eyes glowed at the familiar bright plant.
I’m sorry to say, but this clover cannot survive. The soil is too rough, and there’s no water. I am grateful for your attempt, but it was in vain…
My power has slowly ceased, so I cannot help. I am so, so sorry.
There's a mantis in you
… Yes- well, in my memories, yes. I used to house these mantises, all special and powerful in their own way, but commanded and united.
How funny, then, that they are all gone because of a more “united” force…
Verdania lets out an awkward and quiet laugh, followed by a defeated sigh afterwards. She looks up at the caverns, her deteriorating form flowing.
Do you have mad ups?
(Translation: Are you good at jumping high?)
ONLY FEW OF MY KIN BEAR YOUR LINGUISTICS, BUT IF YOU SO WISH TO SEE… I AM INCLINED TO DEMONSTRATE. OBSERVE.
Gah! M-my ceilings, they quake!! Neighbor, are you alright…?
(directed to @themaggotiestbilewater if you wanna respond)
The caverns lay still, and the spirit of Verdania sat, all alone against the gray dirt wall. No noise was made, only silence. Darkness… It’s the only thing they see.
… Verdania continued to stay, contemplating, thinking. They looked over at the almost dead plants that were not too familiar to her. Attempting to reminisce, there were clouds of green covering various parts of the room.
In a flash, all the colorful clouds were gone, reverting back to the present. Verdania felt a heavy sense of dread, realizing that… their memories are weaker than before.
N-No…
They scrunched up, seeing the dirt stir and rest as they attempted to make another memory. No use. Nothing. Just the empty void that is the present.
… That.. that area.. those bugs.. Verdania thinks. That gloomy area near her, bustling with life, as if nothing was ever wrong.
Maybe they were correct …? Maybe.. this was inevitable… for the both of us.
They became less tense, staring up at the ceiling as their own body started to fade, turning more grey-ish. This will be hard, but…
Maybe it is better to do something, than to be lost in silence.
I… will not… be forgotten.
What is your favorite memory?
Favorite memory… Oh, if I could manifest it… it is.. harder to do now… I remember, it was the first Clover Day… Here, everything was thriving, the princes.. happy. Everyone was having a wonderful time. Ah.. such.. such happy memories… I…
I cannot relive those happy days… not anymore…
Welcome to the Loss Grotto.
… I assume I am not the only lost one now.
Verdania lightly chuckles.
[Gives the ground headpats]
As soon as you try to reach Verdania’s ground, you are immediately pelted with rocks from the ceiling.
Do not touch me! How- How dare you touch Verdania!
… Maybe it is unwise to do it again for now.
Ey Verdania, you still doing good over there?
@the-wormways
…
Verdania does not know what to say. The clovers continue to be closed, and the ground becomes stiff.
Apologies, I- I do not know what to do. How do I…- Dear… I’m at an impasse… I will need to think for a moment.
… Should anyone truly be trusted…?
