As the cat jumped off the ground to avoid the slime's affection, the lavender-haired girl could only giggle timidly, shivering as the slime used it's mucus much like a slug to climb up her leg and body, somehow clinging to her until on the top of her head. "Sorry about Drip here. He doesn't have many friends besides me right now. I guess he got excited to see a cute girl and an equally cute kit."
While the Faerin knew her words could be taken the wrong way easily, her heart meant every term. To her, this (albeit insanely eccentric) girl had the appearance of a sweet and innocent child with an adoring pet to coddle, a match made in heaven that seemed closer than peas in a pod. Sure, she had more energy than the woman could handle generally, but that just made her cuter. A child to protect, no matter her age.
Still, the eccentricity went a little farther than the curious writer would dare venture.
"I'd enjoy joining you normally, but I'm not sure I can handle much today...Plus, I'm still studying the crystal structures around here. Don't you find them amazing? They just go on for miles...To think this was caused by a disease of sorts is beyond my comprehension."
She mulled over for a moment some of the things the stranger said in her neurotic stupor. Mentions of 'the truth', of 'sheep'...Perhaps this stranger saw herself as a shepherd? If so, then perhaps it would be best to reference her internally as 'Little Bo Peep'. And yet, there was more to it- she mentioned voices, voices from the future perhaps, claiming the time for what was needed was near.
Each thought provoked a different song to play on repeat in her head, her skull filled with a variety of music that did not bode well when blended together. Her inner voice was high and eerie to her, as if not her own. Was insanity contagious? No, she'd already been insane long before this. Did I forget to take my meds...? It's like I'm starting to hear what she's talking about on my own...
Her legs felt like they'd shake, but she managed to fight them. Her anxiety was high, but yet she felt oddly at ease with the girl who so readily admitted an inclination towards murder for play. Was this the player killer she'd once tried to help find? For that matter, was this girl even a player herself? She seemed far too maddened to be a player, far too tainted by the game's inner code.
"You remind me of someone...A someone named Morgana..." She'd finally found the truest song she could sing for that moment. Her eyes closed as the melody flowed in her mind and body, like a spell had been cast upon her very soul. Though it wasn't as low in pitch as the original, her higher octave gave the song an even more dreaded appeal in her heart- a mixture of dread and wonder, stirred by the voice of a child's longing to understand the world around her.
"If you are near to the dark
I will tell you 'bout the sun~
You are here, no escape
from my visions of the world..."
She seemed to be in a trance for the moment, but as she began to open her eyes, she bowed in greeting once more to the stranger, before she began to continue her song. As she sang the rest of her melody, she wandered into the distance, further and further, her voice trailing lighter and lighter on the wind.
The only remnants of her existence in that place was a final flurry of the verse.
"Knowing the song I will sing
Till the darkness comes to sleep~
Come to me, I will tell
'Bout the secret of the sun..."
[--HARVESTE EXIT--]
