Being out in the woods is, for some people, an ordinary day. You may or may not be one of those people — you almost certainly don’t remember going camping, do you? — and yet you emerge from a tent and think to yourself, hm, that’s quite odd! Where is the nearest civilization anyhow? If you’re brave enough, perhaps you set out to seek it, walking toward where you think you hear noise in the far distance. It sounds a bit like cheering. A party? A bonfire? You can’t be certain, not at first.
As you step onto the worn trail,
something nearly clocks you right in the head. A nimble dodge to the left and a quick glance at the ground tells you that it’s some kind of tree branch made of… flesh? It’s certainly flesh-textured, though the colour is a deep blue that glows white. It seems to be rapidly rotting into the ground, and as you look up… a giant, several hundred foot tree of a similar eldritch makeup is falling apart before your eyes. Your walk back to civilization will be full of dodging probably-dead flesh tree bits.
Should you make it in one piece, the source of the noise becomes obvious: the people making up this small town are cheering and yelling about something
else of eldritch makeup. It seems that some of the creatures who have lived in this civilization’s river for the last year, the Seaborn, have decided to
evolve to be capable of flight. Some residents of this town seem extremely enthusiastic with this. Some are wary. Some simply don’t care.
You? Well, that’s for you to decide.
Welcome to the eldritch horror fae woods, dear friend. Enjoy your stay.
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He shifts, turning a little to look back at Ain with his usual look that could be read as disdain, when really he just looks like he hasn't slept for five hours all the time unskippable. And now that he's spent a lot of time picking flowers and making things out of them, he's run out of things to keep himself busy...which is saying a lot, but you have to remember he's been a pet his whole life, he's never been allowed to DO things.
Till's brows furrow, just a touch.]
...how many does "the rest" mean?
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[The fact that he has to count...]
Three are usually in my room. Magnolia is in the barn. Haha, and Mr. Demon has kitties in his room, but I don't think I'm allowed in there?
[flamebringer voice: ain i'll kill you]
The bakery has food, though! We can have food and animals!! It'll be fun!
[He's trying to socialize you Till, you're unsocialized. Like a feral dog.]
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..........but also. Food. All of the food here has been insane, Till still hasn't gotten over it yet. It's like. The things the Aliens would get to have, all the time. It feels criminal, being able to eat it just whenever.]
Let's start with the barn.
[At least the barn is outside, and also Right There.]
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[To the barn they go! They can go meet Magnolia, who Ain needs to take out for walksies now that the Brand is all gone. Out she comes once they arrive and Ain unstables her.]
This is Magnolia. She's a Hart. H-A-R-T. [Not a Heart but a Hart.] Do you want to ride on her back or pet her? She's gentle, I promise.
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U-uh.
[She's also. Beeg....
Tentatively...offers her his hand? Please don't bite him-]
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Her nose twitches against Till's hand. It's very soft and velvety!
Licks his hand. Do you have food? No? Okay... sneef snorf.]
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It licked me!
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[Ain has treats in his pocket for his creatures, so he pulls one out. This one is a sugar cube, which he sets in Till's hand.
Magnolia will wait patiently for 25 turns for that sugar cube.]
Technically, sugar cubes aren't super great for them, but that's why it's a treat~. She has her normal meals daily.
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...
He puts it in his mouth-]
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[what does he even say to this.]
If you're hungry, we're headed to the bakery to see the rest of the animals, and you can eat a snack before we go upstairs. Try again. [and he hands Till another sugar cube like :) ]
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[Hang on. He. He's chewing.
Chews faster-]
Mh- I- schorry- I didn't...I wasn't thinking.
[He just????????
Sweet thing. Sweet is precious. Put in mouth. It's gone now.
And boy, that was VERY sweet. Like god damn it was so fucking sweet. Ain hands him another one, and he kindof looks at it like...yeah he wants to eat that one too actually, but he does manage to keep himself under control so he can hold this one out to Marigold.
Sorry he ate your sugar cube he's a starving orphan.]
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[Magnolia sneefsnorfs and nomnomnoms the sugar cube out of Till's hand. Then she licks his palm like :)? more?]
Only one treat~. You can't get pudgy!
[She turns around and looks at Ain.
She snorts directly in his face.
Mean to her, how dare you want to keep her healthy!]
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He's also going to wipe his hand on his pants because it's got Hart slobber on it.]
That's really sweet. [Yeah because it's straight sugar??] Is even just one good for them?
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Till will wipe his hand off on his pants one more time before he follows Ain out of the barn, wondering just exactly how many animals Ain must have. Does he keep them all...in this "bakery", instead of out here in the barn?
He mentioned they were his pets. The thought makes Till's skin prickle uncomfortably.]
Yeah...okay.
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The bakery is a brief walk north, though, and once they get inside the bunnies are going to SWARM Till. Hello! Hi! You are friend! Hello! Love you! Sneefsneefsneef HOP SPRING SPROING]
Haha! They're saying hi!
[While Till is being bnuuy'd, Ain will walk back behind the counter, drop some shells into the register, and bring him a cherry pastry.]
Here. Eat this if you like sweet things. It's a cherry turnover, which is a type of pastry.
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Till is a little, tiny bit alarmed by all of the activity, making him maybe the first person ever in the history of existence to be startled by a bunny rabbit. They crowd around him and sniff and JUMP and he kindof just stands there like uhhh what am I supposed to do help.]
W-why are they jumping so much, did I do something...?
[He asks, just as Ain comes over and hands him a pastry, to which Till tentatively takes and looks at it like he's not sure he's even allowed to eat something this refined.]
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[SPRING SPROING HELLO HI SNEEF SNEEF]
Haha, they can't have that food I gave you, though. That's very bad for bunnies. They eat lettuce and hay, primarily, and carrots sometimes as treats. Carrots are very sugary for them. That's what Ezell says.
[They have a sequestered area where they live and eat, and Ain whistles to them to get them to hop after him before he digs around in the bin where they keep the food. Buns will get put away to eat for now, although Till will still be able to see them. It's just a gigantic caged area.]
...I know the cage will be upsetting to you. But this is how we make sure that they don't get food scraps under the counters, and keep any mess to this little area. They're allowed to hop around otherwise. Little animals like this are fragile, too, and we don't want anything to happen to them when people aren't watching over them.
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He doesn't say anything at first, watching as Ain ushers the bunnies into the cage before taking a bite of the pastry he was handed. And, well.
It will be gone by the time Ain turns back around. Till eats it like he's never had food before in his life, equal parts like somebody who doesn't know how to handle this new flavor (its SWEET) and someone who is food aggressive because they aren't really supposed to have stuff like this.
Oops.]
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[Ain shuts the cage and strays back over to Till. He remembers at the last second that the ring on his finger is a bone ring... hm.
Passes it over to him.]
Put that on. It's one of Mr. Shopkeeper's enchanted rings. It lets you talk to animals. You should talk to the bunnies while they eat~.
[He will also get Till another snack too. Let's see... um... oh, a custard danish! He'll like that, Ain thinks.]
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[Eloquent, but he really doesn't know how else to describe it. He's realizing he doesn't have any words for the flavor he tastes because he's never...had anything like a strawberry, or a cherry. Just "sweet". Just "plain".
He'll take the custard danish without thinking though, his brain immediately pinged by more food...and then Ain hands him the ring, which he'll take a little more cautiously. He's already wearing like fifty rings on both hands, so you'll have to wait as he finds a finger he can actually slip it onto.
It's a sign that he maybe at least trusts that this ring isn't going to affix itself permanently to his finger and kill him immediately, or something.]
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Food! Food! Food!!! Yay! Food!!!
Hi! Food? Hi!! Food???
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But then he realizes they're just asking for food, which he woefully does not have. Till looks over at Ain, his expression a little frantic.]
They're hungry...?