#caranid

[flame-shadow]

cogs, critters, and one very tired bug

[maci-lena]

1-a-Day Silksong: Day 58

A little Caranid flying up in the void.

Closeup below

[third-sentinel]

*the caranid flies towards trinn, even doing a flip on the way, somehow.*

Hai trinn! havnt seen you in while how you been :)

@caranid-blog

Haaaaaui

Mmmmmm yeeesass good

Cmeeee

[third-sentinel]

Waow you flufy and round like me nows !!

@caranid-blog

Very. Hello again, little-friend :3

[the-blackwyrm]

[A letter drifted from the wind.]

To whomever this letter finds, Greetings. I am Vicious Caranid of Far Fields. I am unable to leave my home, and I wish to see the world. If one were to fulfill my wish, please write back with a description of whatever land you find yourself in. Thank you.

[@vicious-caranid]

Well, we will answer this.

Hello, Caranid.

We have found ourselves recently in the deep docks. It is warm here, most likely unpleasantly warm for some. We are bathed in magma.

Good day to you,

The Blackwyrm.

[third-sentinel]

*The sentinel finds itself in a dreamscape. At first, the only thing it can see is an endless sea of bluish grey, from the vantage point of a small, similarly coloured island. Another island nearby has nothing but a fluffy caranid looking out over the ocean. It focuses solely on the ocean ahead of it, staying completely still as the ocean does. A drop of water falls from the caranid's face, creating an echoing droplet sound that pieces through you. Your vision goes white, then black.*

*It takes a minute to refocus, but you see the caranid flying from a cave in the far fields. It's clearly shook, but it's looking for something. Flitting through the caverns as fast as it can, it finds a bush with a singular berry on it. Tears in it's eyes, it returns to the cave it was in. It calls out to a bug, although the bug looks like a bush. You can't make out the bugs face, it simply appears as a fuzzy black circle when you try to look at it directly.*

*In an instant, you're transported to a small cave in verdania. You feel the caranid under your head. Everything feels a little better now.*

@caranid-blog

It purrs and softly pets the fur. No nightmares. So soft.

It falls back asleep, content.