Jun 16, 2023
“…If you are going to insist on lurking about, you might as well come over properly and be vetted for caretaking duties.”
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“…If you are going to insist on lurking about, you might as well come over properly and be vetted for caretaking duties.”
The gash in his helm troubles him today.
He’s going to hole up with the hatchlings in a corner somewhere and doze. Any interruptions had better be important.
When generational wanderlust strikes, a trek out to the red planet in the system and back is a great one to take.
The red dust is stubborn to get off, though. She needs a good bath now that she's reentered the atmosphere. Time to find a nice hot spring.
"Well....... shit."
At some point a window had cracked open juuuust enough to let in moisture. Now her library shelf that was well over 300 years old was exposed to water damage. Some pieces harmed well beyond her personal skill set to repair.
The Hart parsed through, as carefully as one could, the books and scrolls in search of a particular unit. Only when she found it.. her shoulders sagged and an exasperated sigh left her. "That Rat might as well have strolled in and taken a piss on my books..."
Time to figure out how to get a centuries old book repaired enough to read.
Wake up...
something is off...
WAKE UP!
A sharp gasp ripped Dvalinn fully awake. In an instant, she was sitting upright and tense. Her spine and skull buzzed with an energy she found familiar and intense. Her chest rose and fell, quickly at first, soon smoothing out into a regular pace. Cyan eyes swept over the space before her and noted the plant overgrowth barely visible from the weather stained glass of her cottage.
"...Shit, it's been a minute."
He is just standing there. Menacingly.
He has more good days than bad days, anymore. Not by a large margin, but at least in recent months it has become better odds than a coin toss.
Unfortunately, however, today is apparently set on being a Bad Day.
The chill from this morning has settled in his struts, not to be budged even by the afternoon heat. It makes him tired and anxious and aching.
He curls up on the outskirts of the village, seeking comfort in the constant wash of sound from the humans and their livestock.