Snow was cold. That was the first thing Zazie remembered about it, reaching into the depths of their memory to pluck out newly relevant information.
Worms didn't do well in cold, not since they'd adapted to a planet wide desert. The swarm was already shuddering as their members moved around inside the hunan facade to make a tiny bit more warmth. They needed to find somewhere better quickly--
Or someone, apparently.
A source of great warmth was casually walking along the street, and what's more, they were neither human nor Plant and appeared closer to Zazie themself then either. The small swarm scrambled to catch up while hanging onto their odd flora and the strange rectangle thing, proceeding to tuck themself against the tall stranger with a little hum of relief.
Large, bright green, slitted eyes peek up at them.
"You're warm," they say happily, their voice high and neither leaning male or female. "You're not a Worm, but you're not human either. What are you? I'm Zazie." As the numbing cold recedes, their curiosity takes over.
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