Mar 28, 2019
[ @lupisaries liked for a STARTER ]
“UGH -- ! Where is it...?!”
His heart pounded beneath his fluffy pelt. He’d already gathered his net, evening camouflage, draped hat (to keep bugs out of his face, of course), hooded lamp, emergency rations, recording journal, writing utensils, vials for samples, and his journal. But the most important component -- his catalog of moths -- was gone!
Zico upturned his library, cataloging system ruined in favor of hastiness, to no success. Where was it?
He groaned in frustration; he rubbed along his horns and sighed. It was already dusk...the moths would arrive in the nearby groves. But...to go see the moths without the proper research equipment was pointless...!