#lostprimal

[idiotdanchou]

"Gran, I am trying to grow a Bread Tree like Grimnir told me but nothing seems to be happening.. Did I do something wrong?"

“Here this is a apple…it is a fruit, if you open the fruit there are seeds. Seeds are the offspring of apples. Seeds when planted will give you in time apple trees. Seeds are special because they come from the apple. Bread is not born from seeds, bread is made through work. You cannot grow bread from a tree…bread does not produce seeds only crumbs. Crumbs are not offspring they are considered a byproduct. I was born from a woman, I am a offspring. I am tired, I am going to bed, my bed was made from work. I go sleep. Sleep is good…good…”

[grxndcyphcr-a]

“ why  do  i  hurt  all  over ? ” - Lucio

@lostprimal

Lucio gently cradled the ailing primal beast in his arms, a stern look on his face as he attempted to discern what was troubling her. Natasa seemed paler than usual, with her voice weak and breathy. A disease? No, primal beasts were hardy enough to resist disease. A curse? Perhaps...chaos matter? Whatever it was, she needed attention right now.

A sense of dread overcame Lucio as he thought to that last possibility. It was true that Beelzebub still roamed the skies, and he had plenty of chaos matter at his disposal. Surviving an encounter with him, even if it left one writhing in pain, would be nothing short of a miracle. But that was unlikely; she may have simply come into contact with chaos matter-infected objects.

"We are almost back at the Grandcypher. Please do your best to endure the pain for now."

[grxndcyphcr-a]

Natasa stared at Lucio for what felt like a long moment. There was an odd nagging at the back of her mind whenever she saw his face. Why was that? Due to this feeling, the silverette ended up following him around. "Why do you.. look familiar, Lucio? Have we ever met?"

@lostprimal

It was a quiet afternoon on the deck of the Grandcypher, with the setting sun painting the scene a beautiful golden hue. A gentle breeze blew across Lucio's face and ruffled his white hair. It was all so picturesque as he also was sitting with a cup of some hot coffee...The only thing missing now was a Sandalphon to enjoy the scene with. Or the Captain. A scene like this was best shared with another, and he sighed a little at his lack of companionship.

For two seconds.

He turned his eyes towards the individual that approached him. She had a puzzled look on her face as she stared at him intently. Pausing his drinking of his coffee, he brought the cup back down away from his lips and answered her question, "Familiar, you say? I suppose my fame as a traveling performer precedes me~" He couldn't help but chuckle and let out a little joke like that.

"Perhaps we may have met. Perhaps we may have seen each other amidst the crowds of people at my stage performances~ The world certainly is a smaller place than one may think, you know~" Taking another sip of his drink, he then posed Natalia an offer: "Would you like some coffee? I wouldn't say I am as proficient as Sandy is, but I hope my brew would suit your tastes."

[toestalucia]

Natasa seemed to be trying to help out around the ship but her method wasn't quite correct. Such as her trying to help provide food consisted of half burying a piece of bread inside a flower pot. Seemed like someone fed her some wrong information..

   …It's weird.

   Puzzled expression simply watching her actions. Seeing her arrive with the bread, stopping before one of the flower pots La Coiffe cared for, and then…starting to bury it. Was this some kind of joke? Or game? Except that with Natasa…yeah, this could be serious.

   That's when they bite down on their tongue to stop the laughter, really, whoever started this was a genius. Gran didn't understand exactly what was going on, but they sure weren't about to ask, instead continuing on with their own responsibilities for the day. Somehow word about this should reach them anyway, and maybe then they could get the full disclosure.

[shymaidxn]

“I’ve never been gone. I’ve been here for some time.” the twilight zone (1959-1964) sentence starters | @lostprimal

Well...The woman certainly wasn’t wrong in her statement. It was just that Diantha felt she hadn’t truly seen her or met with her properly in so long. Besides first introductions and the rare talks in the morning, it was like Natasa always had something she was seeking out or something to do during the day, and then at night there was barely any sightings of her around. It wasn’t like Diantha was really seeking out Natasa on her end though, but now, with this chance encounter of just the two of them in the early hours of day, she felt this confidence to strike up a conversation.

Of course, however, the woman’s straightforward tone on Diantha’s simple sentiment of not seeing her in forever...It made her blush bright red in embarrassment. “Well, no, I know that. It’s just...Well, we’re both so busy, it’s felt like we’ve never even talked before.” Her blush deepened at her own straightforward, outspoken thought, wanting to backpedal instantly, “Not to make that sound mean-spirited or anything! It’s just, you know, we just haven’t...I wanted to talk, to catch up and reintroduce ourselves properly! Maybe over morning coffee or tea, if that’s okay?” She certainly hoped it still was, even with how rude she felt she came off...

[caelumsaltator]

@lostprimal​ sent: [ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention || word prompts compilation

She wasn’t aware she was starting. It wasn’t out of offense; her mind just decided to take a hard nap right there and then. Thankfully, this time around, she wasn’t in danger. Brown hues flutter, looking up at Natasa. “Hmm? What is it?” She asks, wondering why she was suddenly prodded in the head with her hand.