your muse finds mine unconcious
Gentle had been tracking the remaining symbiote on Earth, but she had yet to find a suitable host. She’d gone from one to the next, careful never to stay too long, to avoid hurting them.
And ended up here, she was sure the symbiote had come here at least once, to this apartment with the strange earth pet staring at her. But, but it was hard to focus, the air was not right and she was-
A small blob of light blue flecked with gold, Gentle slipped into something akin to unconsciousness on the Ann’s kitchen table, thinking vaguely to herself she needed to get back to her ship, needed to find a host, and that this world was incredibly frustrating.