@falconofdarkness
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Hearing the soft sound Griffith stared upon the vast moth-like creature which he beheld with quiet awe. Surely this must have been some sort of fanciful dream for such a creature to exist, but it felt far to real.
Briefly it made him wonder if this being was similar in nature to the likes of Zodd, the great beast also seemingly a thing out of fantasy. However, upon looking this creature over he didn’t feel that same maddening spike of fear and dread that Zodd had inspired. No, it was quite the opposite, almost…gentle?
“Am I dreaming?”
Mothra looked down from her perch of stone. Crouched on her abdomen on an outcrop of the mountain, she examined the child. What a curious head of hair. She’s never seen a human with hair like snow. It looked soft, much like her fluff.
The child’s inquiry made her chirr in amusement. She contemplated whether to pretend to be a normal moth. Then again, there were no normal moths her size.
{{Indeed. This is a dream.}} She couldn’t help a bit of mischief. {{I have come to bestow upon you a generous gift, but only if you accomplish a task.}}













