#hi miti

[earthtooz]

hi plz answer me im a big fan

what the freak!

[cathalbravecog]

A happy Misty for you because I really wanted to draw her with dawn/sunset hair :]

[sorrowfulsympathist]

mity. of the monsoon variety. plus a chip and a vile beast.

[chainsawmochi]

MAKING BADGES MAKING BADGES LA LA LA~

I got my badge maker to work finally after a lot of tears and anger. My mother-in-law got it for me a year ago I think? Anyway it was a lot of user error haha. I managed to make some pins of my TTCC artwork! They look fantastic in person.

[silvr-skreen]

Fuck yes.

[inlovewithfictionalbeings]

Ayushmann Khurrana the voice you have 🤌🏻🤌🏻🤌🏻

[calamitymentality]

yippee my ride the cyclone saint cassian chamber choir designs blah blah blah

These are my old designs cuz I haven’t finished my current ones. You’ll see them from posts during/before December 2024.

My name is Cole but you can call me Calamity or Mity! Or Mitussy if your name happens to be BunkerGhustVA. My pronouns are he/him. AEST.

Please don’t ask for identifying information. I’ve shared what I’m willing to.

If I comment on your post, that’s because I don’t reblog, because this account is just for my art.

My favourite character is Corey. Otherwise I love them all equally.

I really enjoy Jacob Richmond’s first play, Qualities Of Zero (look up Qualities of Zero Jacob Richmond) despite never seeing it. You can ask me anything about them. I’m 100% sure I’m the person who knows the most about it. I’ll post their designs… one day…

If you see me on the rtc sub say hi!!! Same name. On disc I’m usually Corey Ross but my user is also the same. I saw someone with my art as their pfp and freaked out once so if I see someone with my art as their pfp I’ll say hi to them!

Anyways bye *blows up*

[patemi-pk]

I may not be Gagnor biggest fan, but having Fethry as a greek philosopher and Gus as his ravenous pupil was a great idea.

"I miti di Paperogate di Creta" have been recently collected here, alongside the Duck Mithology Disney Global series.

Fifth and last volume to be published in a couple of months.

[bright-thehawksflight]

2024 reading review

I was tagged by the ever lovely @ninadove and finally this is one I can actually do (I haven't been ignoring your tags, it's just that 2024 was the year I started working full time and I just did not write)! Anyway!

In 2024 I met my modest goodreads goal of 30 (scaled down from my usual 50 bc of work) and here are the highlights:

Storia del Mare by Alessandro Vanoli

Una storia del mare. Che racconti la geologia, gli uomini delle coste, le scoperte, le navi, le guerre, i miti e i sogni. Ma anche e soprattutto i pesci e gli altri esseri marini. Una storia insomma che tenga assieme tutto, uomini e animali. E naturalmente un viaggio del genere non può e non vuole essere una cronaca minuziosa di fatti e cose. Piuttosto, intende essere un racconto, fatto di volti, immagini, suoni e colori, con la speranza di restituire un po' di quello stupore che gli abissi ci hanno sempre dato.

To my knowledge this book is not currently available in any other language so this is mainly for the benefit of my Italian-speaking mutuals. I loved this book so so so much. It keeps the perfect balance of informative and fun, and the subject matter is so varied that on a very deep level it feels like those encyclopedias for kids that we'd read so proudly and then recite random facts out of for months. Best book of the year, 10/10, no notes.

The Secret Garden by F. H. Burnett

Mary Lennox, a spoiled, ill-tempered, and unhealthy child, comes to live with her reclusive uncle in Misselthwaite Manor on England’s Yorkshire moors after the death of her parents. There she meets a hearty housekeeper and her spirited brother, a dour gardener, a cheerful robin, and her wilful, hysterical, and sickly cousin, Master Colin, whose wails she hears echoing through the house at night.

This was, I believe, my third re-read of this book in the original English (I cannot for the life of me count the times I read it in Italian as a child). It's a comfort read of mine, so full of hope, warmth, and whimsy! Also, I may or may not be working on a retelling... 👀

Much Ado About Nothing by William Shakespeare

In Much Ado About Nothing, Shakespeare includes two quite different stories of romantic love. Hero and Claudio fall in love almost at first sight, but an outsider, Don John, strikes out at their happiness. Beatrice and Benedick are kept apart by pride and mutual antagonism until others decide to play Cupid.

Idk why I waited so long to hop on the bandwagon, but this skyrocketed straight into my top 3 Shakespeare comedies DESPITE having the least funny comedic subplot ever (scholars don't @ me I hate the constables, it's 100% personal), so it must be good. I've read it twice, seen it 4 times.

The Ill-Made Knight by T. H. White

The goodreads summary sucks so here: it's book 3 of the once and future king and it's all about our boy Lancelot! Ugly French child is starry-eyed and has a puppy crush on the king, ends up his best friend (read entangled in a messy homoerotic relationship with him) while also madly in love with the queen. It all hurts exquisitely. Also, we all should say thank you to Mr White for giving us the delicious image of thee king Arthur, kneeling on the ground, strapping on Lancelot's greaves so he can go and rescue queen Guinevere. What's more polycule than that.

And that's all folks! Thanks Again Nina for the tag. I'm curious to know what @mlem-wooloowoo @automatisma and @flussoperpetuo have been reading (no pressure tho!)

[daemonomicon]

Note: Pullman seems to have got Lithuania and Latvia mixed up.

I think this is from the 10th anniversary edition of The Subtle Knife includes Stanislaus Grumman's hand-drawn map of the Witchlands.

Some of the areas he labels have easily discerneable equivalencies in Will’s world. Often, however, his spelling is close to, but not quite the same, as a geographically comparable region in Will’s world. Thus, the places on this map are simply places in Will’s world that possibly correspond to places in Lyra’s.

Lyra’s World (Queen / Place)

Juta Kamainen / Lake Visha

Julia Ojaland / Navia

Reina Miti / Tikshozero

Ruta Skadi / Lubana

Serafina Pekkala / Lake Enara

Paula Pyhdjaron / Lake Ladoga

Katya Sirkka / Miekojarvi

Sara Leiro / Keitele

Tanja Lentara / Lake Umalese

Will’s World

Vizhas, Russia

Narva, Ida-Virumaa, Estonia

Tikshozero, Russia

Lubana, Madonas Rajons, Latvia

Inari, Lapplands Lan, Finland

Lodja, Parnumaa, Estonia

Mielojarvi, Ita-Suomen Laani, Finland

Keitele, Ostra Finlands Lan, Finland

Ozero Umbozero, Murmanskaya Oblast.

[lynxthewolf1]

Spoiler warning for Fable Smp Finale specificity based on Ari’s epilogue cutscene

I have a theory I what happened to Ven and why his face was glitched in the picture of the co-workers. I’m gonna paste the message I sent in the discord spoilers chat.

theoreticly when the world fixed itself and Icuras took the mantle the timeline fixed itself to how it was meant before Mitis(Quixis) changed stuff so Ven died at the time he was suppose to? it makes sense with cc!Ven's discord status (the perfect loop. The finale page.) in my brain the perfect loop. everything comes back around history that was already written as it was and will be set in stone the finale chapter finally being unpaused so the end can be written even if it isn't a happily ever after

This series started with the world resetting itself to a certain point over and over and maybe for c!Ven that’s how it was always meant to truly end the same way the story started

[silverstream2]

Things I would add to Fortuna city and Fortuna castle:

-Ballista and crossbows for the Order to use. Not sure if canons would be breaking the whole "no guns" rule, but they could AT LEAST have crossbows for personal use. The ballista would be mounted on the city walls, and possibly some within the town as well. Which was always a thing that bugged me that we never saw; Fortuna is a town constantly dealing with demon attacks- why WOULDN'T they have wall defenses?

-Sparda's bedroom in Fortuna Castle being at the top floor, in the highest tower. iirc, it was like that in the novel, but it's placement in the game makes no sense. It's right next to the graveyard, and you can't get to the other rooms in the castle without crossing through that bedroom. Which is stupid, because if it's a room leading into the interior of the castle from the outside, then there shouldn't be a bedroom in it.

Also, Sparda's room should have a balcony on it, because Sparda had wings and could fly, so why wouldn't he have a way to fly up to his personal chambers, in his own goddamn castle?

-A larder, ice house, forge, and kitchens. And bathrooms. And a laundry room. Because these are things that a castle NEEDS in order to survive, and it always bugged me that we never see them in DMC4. The sewers I could forgive skipping, but the rest? You need to at least add it to the castle design.

-Strawberries being a big thing in Fortuna. I'm not sure if they could grow in... where ever the fuck Fortuna is supposed to be located, but if they CAN grow in Fortuna, then they should be a big thing there. Since Sparda probably liked them, when he was alive.

-A training ground for the Order. In the DMC4 novel, it says that the old training grounds and Order HQ are in Fortuna city, while the new Order HQ and training grounds are off the coast, through the Mitis Forest. But we only ever see the new stuff- which doesn't make any sense.

-Better pathways around the place in general. There isn't even a decent path down to Fortuna Castle from the mountainside, and the castle was supposed to be a tourist attraction.

-Better use of the mining town and iron mines. Do people still live and work in the town we see Nero and Berial raze in their fight? If not, and the mine is shut down and out of iron, then wouldn't that negatively effect Fortuna city? Hell, wouldn't that negatively effect AGNUS and his research, since the Angelo armors tend to take a lot of metal?

-I'm not sure how to balance the more realistic design of Fortuna Castle actually looking like a functional castle (and also, as it is in Nero's time, a museum) with the demonic puzzles, but maybe have it where the Order redecorated things? I mean, I could see Sparda having SOME demonic puzzles in the place, since this would be his castle/home while he lived in Fortuna, and its always good to have a way to get around that not everybody knows about; and also, demons seem to love ridiculous, elaborate puzzles and weird architecture, even in places where they live. But it should be clearer what's there because the Order (under Sanctus) put it there, and what was there originally. According to the novel, the cages and the torture chamber are there because the Order added them, not Sparda or a later castle owner (not counting Sanctus). That's not clear in the game, which leads to some nasty implications, because why would SPARDA need or want a torture chamber?

-Every Order knight should have a side knife. And probably a crossbow. There should be a range of weaponry, too- not just swords, but polearms and other weapons as well. They're supposed to fight demons for a living, and you never know what you'll need. If they're supposed to be a sort of army, then all the more reason for variety.

[mehreenkhan]

When Qateel Shifai wrote

Dur tak chaye the badal aur kahin saya na tha / Is tarah barsaat ka mausam kabhi aya na tha

When Parveen Shakir said

Kuch to tere mausam hi mujhe raas kam aye / Aur kuch meri miti main baghawat bhi buhat thi

And when Rahat Indori wrote

Main akhir konsa mausam tumhare naam kardeta / Yahan har ik mausam ko guzar jane ki jaldi thi

[kaepop-trash]

would u indulge us with a lil teaser from an update ur working on? 👀🤲

So I wasn't sure if I should post this because idk if I'll finish it, it's mostly just a worldbuilding experiment. I was writing this to work on this world so it's just a bunch of scenes with no continuity. That being said, this is the thing I have written the most in the past few months so this will have to do.

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Summary: "This better be good." (Y/N) sighed into her coffee cup, less from sleep and more because of how awful the station's coffee machine was. "You've called me in exactly 8 hours into the one day I took off in two months."

"Two officers on night duty picked up a suspect near the meatpacking factory. I thought you would like to interview the potential suspect. Since this is your case." Kun shrugged, his holster rattling at the movement.

Warnings: Excessive exposition, no payoff

Word Count: 1666

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When her fingers wrapped around the doorknob, there was a small shake in them. Her knuckles tightened in an effort to hide it, flexing just to be sure.

She spoke the moment the interrogation room door pushed open, “Your lawyer wanted me to ask you if you still don’t want him in here.” Talking to the floor, she turned to shut the thing behind her. A good enough start, she told herself.

“I apologise for his persistence. I asked him to leave but he is wary of his job.”

“It would be unfortunate to lose a client like you, I assume.” Kun spoke with his signature interrogation voice, impassive but with an edge of sympathy. The man laughed as she turned to face the room. Despite preparing herself this entire detour to meet his gaze head on, she lost her nerve and looked to Kun for some reassurance. He caught on, turning and giving her a pursed smile.

“Mr. Suh was just telling me about why he was in the area this late in the night.” Kun pointed at his pad, letting her know that he’d been taking his statement.

“I am looking to buy two of the five abandoned factories in the district. I was just scouting the area to assess my options.” He spoke slowly, his gaze dragging away from Kun in a leisurely stride before landing on her.

“At two in the morning?” She asked, the solid question giving her the confidence to finally meet his gaze.

“I’m a busy man.” He answered with laidback ease. Like he was having a dinner table conversation instead of being suspected for murder.

“And what do busy men like you do that require you loitering on private property at questionable hours?” She asked the question in her mind.

In response, his lips lifted in an amused smirk.

“She’s new here.” Kun spoke with an awkward weight on his tongue. The man seemed amused by the information, giving her a questioning look as Kun turned, “Johnny Suh is the sole owner of the Miti Conglomerates, the largest transportation service this far out on the edge of the known universe.”

“Well, on Xohorat I am mostly the owner of the only hotel on the planet. I am sure you had to stay there since you are new here.” He asked her, visible humour illuminating his eyes.

She did have to stay in that hotel, almost a year ago— when she was actually new to the planet. The most luxurious stay at the end of the universe. That is what the fliers over town and her transfer officer had informed her. In reality the room she could afford was the equivalent of an airport hotel way out on the opposite side of the universe. Her home. Not bad but more practical than luxury. It also hosted an interesting bar. All of this, of course, Johnny Suh already knew.

"Where were you on the twenty-fifth evening?" She asked him, fixing a discerning eye squarely on him.

"In my office. Working. I can provide the surveillance footage by tomorrow if that will help your investigation."

Overeager. She deduced, still keeping her eyes on his every movement. Despite the words, his body language was completely disarmed. There was no nervous shifting, no restless tapping, not even a frown.

"Did you ever have an association with a Mr. Pilem?" She pretended to look for the name in the file.

"I've never heard that name in my life." He answered after a pause to consider it. Perfectly orchestrated or the truth, she deduced. Those were the only two options she had.

"He was fairly well off. I'm sure on a planet as small as Xohorat, your circles might have overlapped?"

"Your partner told me he is a legislative clown,” He dragged his gaze from him to her, fixing her in place, “I don't mix with reformists."

"We are all reformists in this universe, Mr Suh." Kun chimed in, sounding rather serious.

"So you're a factionist?" She moved on, "Any animosity towards the government? Is that why you live this far out?"

"You live here too. What are your allegiances?" He pointed a finger at her. Despite the jest in his tone, he seemed to want an answer, "I am a man of business. Xohorat is a cheap hub for storing ships. The people of this colony are born engineers. My ships are the best in the galaxy at the fraction of the cost of the ones stored on moons closer to the reformer capital.” He sat back.

"The centre of the universe." Kun corrected him. That is what the capital was, after all. (Y/N) really had to curb the urge to tell Kun to drop it.

The words made the man look at Kun, his scoff that of pity, "The universe is the largest thing to exist. It's ceaseless pride that makes us think that we've discovered the centre of it."

Kun, she noted, looked momentarily taken aback. In his entire life, no one had said those words out loud to him. So obvious when spoken but never questioned. The outer planets were quite religious, she'd been surprised to learn. This far away from the influence of the capital, the laws were bleak. Her being here alone was a laughable matter, as she had learned pretty early into the job. Cops here only patrolled in cars and caught petty thieves. Detectives were simply government sanctioned employees chosen by the federal state. It was an illusion of order to keep up the illusion of empire this far.

Yet the reformist religion was stronger here than it was amongst the capital elite. Growing up, it had looked to her like people merely followed the tenets of the religion as a social obligation. For reformers, Wednesday evenings were for breaking fast with the community, a religious practice that made the community come together in the middle of the week to remember the gift of prophecy. The one that led the first explorers to the very centre of the universe. In the capital, the centre of the prophecies, Wednesday was a weekly dinner party to negotiate the happenings of government.

But here in the fringes of the capital's grasp, the religion was followed in the strictest ways. Here they still worshipped the original sun. The source of all energy that allowed the universe to be what it is today— inhabited by human beings. It was as if the world here had not moved past the exploration age, stuck in the beliefs that stopped the space farers from going insane on their long, tireless journeys to reach here.

If Kun had anything to say, he must have swallowed it. Instead, getting out of his chair.

"Would you like a cup of coffee, Mr. Suh?" He asked him, getting a nod in response. When Kun looked at her, she shook her head.

"Some water." She told him.

She followed Kun's retreating frame, so aware of the other pair of eyes on her that, for a moment, she felt like the one under scrutiny. The halogen bulb above them buzzed obnoxiously, filling the room with a sound that resembled the one in her head.

"An odd place for a factionist." She said out loud, aware by now that Kun had taken his place behind the glass in the small room right down this one. Watching as she did her thing.

"Where are you from, Detective (Y/L/N)?" He questioned, splaying his hand across the table and landing close to hers.

"Way out in the western reaches." She thought of the place she was born, balmy all year round.

The man, Johnny Suh, hummed, "Nice place?" He inquired.

"It can be. Why are you trying to buy abandoned factories on the bad side of town?"

"It is no more a bad side than this is the good. These are just some people looking for jobs."

She stared at the man, perhaps trying to reconstruct him from memory.

"And what about this murder that took place in the area?" She asked point blank.

"It didn't happen on any of my properties. Present or future. I simply assume it comes with the territory. It can be rough to live in that much poverty."

All his answers were deliberately diverted. Her brain itched in unreachable corners. Everything seemed okay but something seemed not. Something did not feel right.

"These murders were all people who did not belong to that side of town. People who would not usually be there." She explained.

"Rich people?" He sounded amused.

"Reformists. The important kind." She frowned, "In the past few months, enough have turned out dead in those parts that it would be concerning to anybody. Even those with a knack for philanthropy."

Johnny's lips twitched, and she had to sit up straight. Despite having seen the man naked, she remembered with a current of warmth sliding down her spine, she only now realised that she'd never seen him smile.

"I'm afraid I was just minding my own business. You can send someone to take a look at the tapes, I can't hand them to you as it's against company policy. Beyond that I can let you know if I hear something. I hope that's all?"

She stared at him, the strings at the back of her mind tugging but being unable to find any visible suspicion to act on.

"It must feel nice, though." She caved and asked the question raking her mind, "As a factionist, watching them all found dead. The chief planet advisor, the official notary's son, the Sol Pastor. All essential members of reformist society. All important contributors to the southern edge system."

"My condolences to them and their family." He didn't sound apologetic, “But I am not a facionist, merely someone who thinks.” She wanted to scoff at the jab, knowing Kun heard him loud and clear. Out of everything he said today though, this one she was sure was a lie.

[dragon-in-a-stew]

sorry for the wait, but here it is!

Hello again! I know it's been a while since I updated this, but here is part 5! I will link part 4 here, which has all the previous chapters in it.

But yes, here is part 5! Enjoy reading, and try not to get too sad :)

Mr. Forkle’s POV

The Black Swan was scrambling. 

Now that the pendants had been found at the bottom of the ocean, no one knew what to do. The most efficient plan they’d devised was to have Calla, Lur, Mitya –and any other gnomes who were willing– keep an ear to the ground and listen for news, good or bad. Squall had to stay home to grieve with her family, but the remainder of the Collective was gathered in Mr. Forkle’s office. 

The smooth walls had projections of all kinds of maps, including the Forbidden Cities, Ravagog, the goblin capital, and Eternalia. There was also a desk, but currently, the surface was a map that showed the world's elevation levels. 

Wraith’s glove pointed to a mountain range the humans called the Appalachians. “It’s very likely they were taken. Perhaps the kidnappers are hiding them here? Humans don’t go up mountains very much, and I suspect it would be easy to hide two children,” Wraith’s head wasn’t visible, thanks to his ability as a Vanisher, but Mr. Forkle could hear the concern in his voice.

“No, no. The Appalachians are too risky to bring children. They’d want to keep the kids alive as hostages,  so they’d put them in an environment that’s survivable, right?” Blur said worriedly.

“How do you know they want them as hostages? They haven’t reached out to us, the Council, or the parents yet to demand something. They only took Sophie for her powers, and Dex was at the wrong place at the wrong time.” Tiergan looked like he was on the verge of a breakdown.

“Why do you know so much about what the kidnappers want? Are you one of them?” Wraith practically bellowed, slamming his invisible hand on the desk.

The Collective continued to accuse each other of being a kidnapper for a moment more, and then Mr. Forkle spoke. “Gentlemen, please calm yourselves. Everyone here is loyal to our cause. We must not forget why we’re here. To bring Dex and Sophie home safe.” 

Wraith, Blur, and Tiergan all bowed their heads. “Of course. I trust you all,” said Tiergan. 

“As do I. Perhaps it would help to call the gnomes here to see if they’ve heard anything. Maybe then we can pinpoint spots on this map to search.” Blur added, pulling out his Imparter. 

“Indeed. Don’t send them all here, or else we might miss something,” Mr Forkle said. 

In precisely six minutes, the earth outside of Mr. Forkle’s office rumbled and a small figure with green skin and a plaited braid crawled out of the ground. She shook the dirt from her hair, then said the passcode to enter the office. 

“Any sign of Sophie or Dex?” Tiergan asked anxiously.

“I’ve heard whispers from the trees in Havenfield. They say something took the children, but they won’t say what it was. For all we know, the trees could’ve meant the tsunami,” Calla’s voice shook at the last word, and her green thumbs twiddled nervously. A single tear escaped from the corner of her green eyes.

“So that’s all you’ve found?” Granite asked.

“Yes. Lur and Mity haven’t had any luck.”

“It pains me to say this, but perhaps our Moonlark did simply decide to go to the caves at the wrong time. We know Dex is her best friend, he would have been with her to comfort her. I think it’s time we accept that they were caught in the tsunami.” Mr. Forkle whispered, fighting back tears.

Calla grabbed his hand and sobbed. Granite cleared his throat, eyes shining with sadness, and softly said, “Perhaps we should put it to a vote. I’ll hail Squall and the Collective will decide if we should keep looking.” 

Everyone nodded, and the sound of Granite’s ringing Imparter filled the hollow office. Squall answered after about ten seconds, her face bright until she saw the look on Granite’s face. 

“What happened? Did you find Dex? Is he. . . ” she didn’t finish the sentence.

She didn’t need to. 

“Calla told us that the gnomes haven’t heard or found anything useful. We’re putting it to a vote. If you think we should keep looking for Sophie and Dex, speak now.” Mr. Forkle said. 

Squall and Wraith voted to keep searching, but Granite and Blur kept quiet. It was a tie.

Mr. Forkle closed his eyes. He knew that it was hopeless. The evidence suggested there was no way the kids hadn’t drowned in the tsunami. But Mr. Forkle was the one who created Sophie. She was his greatest achievement. He had watched her, practically raised her since she was nothing but a frozen embryo. It was excruciating to give up on that. But. . . .

He opened his eyes. “Sophie Foster and Dex Dizznee are dead.”

EEEEE I love this bit! Chapter 6 coming soon!

Tag list: @myfairkatiecat @alaydabug2 @ham-cheese-toastie @stunning-mess @sophie-pleasant @lisalovesapplesauce @ilov3b00kss0much @siennamakeschaos @mushroom-snake-coding @sophiefostersno1stan @upside-downish @permanently-stressed (Isa I'm tagging you because we're moots now and it's my job to bother you)

[leavemetofish]

Liar RP Master Post

@askendborntraveler

-Mitís just came from fishing, wearing their bucket hat and their rod being held on their back with a fish attached to the hook. Mitís sees Larri from a distance. Usually they would just avoid anyone, but they feel compelled to approach. They didn't say anything, instead just slowly circled around Larri, as if they're studying the ender. Mitís stopped, now having similar spikes like Larri's. Even the same tail, but much shorter.

-----

-Larri was distracted. Once he noticed Mitis’- they already looked similar. It caught Larri off guard- to see someone like him. Specially when they had already been feeling so nostalgic.

He didn’t recognize them. But they had scales- and a tail too! just like he did! They had to be from the same island.. maybe they were from the chorus forest..?

Many thoughts went through his head. But all he could muster to say was-

“⟟⋔ ⌇⍜ ⊑⏃⌿⌿⊬ ⏁⍜ ⌇⟒⟒ ⊬⍜⎍.”

(Translation: “Im so happy to see you here.”)

Totally mistaking Mitis for someone from their island. Larri quickly felt drawn to this ender.

“⏃⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⌰⍜⍜☍⟟⋏☌ ⎎⍜⍀ ⏁⊑⟒ ⟒☌☌ ⏁⍜⍜?”

( “Are you looking for the egg too?”)

-----

-Mitís was taken back by Larri’s question about “the egg”, noticing their new scales on their arm.

It wasn’t just the arm, but the whole body, even their blue spotted colors were gone. Mitís mimicked Larri out of instinct. Now this ender was mistaking them as their own. Mitís can’t just transform back, not with someone watching. They turned back to Larri and said-

“⊬⟒⌇, ⏚⎍⏁ ⟟ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⋏⍜⏁ ⎎⍜⎍⋏⎅ ⟟⏁..”

(”Yes, but I have not found it..”)

-----

-“⍜⊑… ⍜⎎ ☊⍜⎍⍀⌇⟒, ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⏃ ⎅⎍⋔⏚ ⍾⎍⟒⌇⏁⟟⍜⋏.. ” Of course- of course, he’d be able to sense their dragon’s egg if it was close. And he couldn't- not at all. It was still such a faint feeling, so far away.

((“oh… Of course, what a dumb question.. ”))

The ender sniffled before walking towards Mitis- and hugging them.

“⟟ ⋔⟟⌇⌇ ⊑⍜⋔⟒ ⏃⋏⎅ ⟟ ☊⏃⋔⟒ ⊑⟒⍀⟒ ⍙⟟⏁⊑⍜⎍⏁ ⏃ ⌿⌰⏃⋏, ⟟ ⎅⍜⋏⏁ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⍙⊑⏃⏁ ⏁⍜ ⎅⍜..”

((“I miss home and I came here without a plan, I dont know what to do..”))

His belly suddenly growled, which made Larri whine again “⟟ ⎅⍜⋏⏁ ⟒⎐⟒⋏ ☍⋏⍜⍙ ⍙⊑⏃⏁'⌇ ⟒⎅⟟⏚⌰⟒ ⊑⟒⍀⟒. ⟟ ⍙⏃⌇ ⌇⍜ ⎅⎍⋔⏚…”

((I dont even know what’s edible here. I was so dumb…))

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-Mitís was not expecting a hug from Larri, they do not like being touched spontaneously. A bit too close for comfort. Their claws reach up, ready to strike..

But upon hearing this ender’s cry of hunger, they sighed and returned the hug instead. They pull away and offer somewhat of advice.

“⊑⟒⍀⟒.. “(Here..)

“⟟⎎ ⊬⍜⎍ ⌰⟟☍⟒ ⏃⌿⌿⌰⟒⌇, ⟟ ☊⏃⋏ ⊑⟒⌰⌿ ⊬⍜⎍ ⎎⟟⋏⎅ ⏃ ⎎⟒⍙ ⎎⍜⍀ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⏁⍀⏃⎐⟒⌰⌇. ⏚⎍⏁ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ☊⍜⋏⏁⟟⋏⎍⟒ ⍜⋏ ⋔⊬ ⍜⍙⋏ ⏃⎎⏁⟒⍀ ⏁⊑���⏁.”

(”If you like apples, I can help you find a few for your travels. But will continue on my own after that.”)

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-To be careful, they say… He did guess as much. But it was hard to know what to be careful with when you knew little about this place-

His thoughts were interrupted at the sight of something offered as food-

⎎⟟⌇⊑..?

Wait- had they said that's all they had right now? 

“⟟ ☊⏃⋏⏁- …I cant" despite how hungry.. “If it’s all you have.. I do not want to take food from you.”  The stranger’s tail was short.. Larri didnt want to take food from someone that also needed it. “Apples?.. I feel like I’ve heard of those- if! you teach me where to find some, that’ll be more than enough. Then we can both keep looking for the egg! ”

It took him a moment before he also realized “Ah! Im Larri!.. I didn’t mean to be rude, i was just so glad to see someone from our island..”

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-Mitís rehooked the fish as they lead Larri towards some apple trees they’ve seen. The sooner they find some apples, the sooner Mitís can separate from Larri.

But it’s a bit of a walk, maybe a lil chitchat won’t hurt..

“So..Larri, how is the Overworld treatin’ ya?”

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Larri: “Ah, well- everything is new and confusing… but pretty!”

Larri: “Im just passing by but I like it so far”

Mitis: “Just passing by huh?.. Yeah it is pretty”

Larri kept the same goofy looking smile. He was thankful to be taught about the Overworld! by a fellow ender, no less. Now he’d know where to look for a source of food here!

But There was something that was on his mind.

Why.. are their scales- just like mine? That’s impossible. Not only that but their eyes.. 

…who’s this.. ender?

His stomach grumbled again. …No matter. Not for now. Food first. Questions later… at least the ones related to that.

Larri: ⊑⍜⍙ ⌰⍜⋏☌ ⊑⏃⎐⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏚⟒⟒⋏ ⏃⏁ ⏁⊑⟒ ⍜⎐⟒⍀⍙⍜⍀⌰⎅? ⏃⊑! ⎍⋏⌰⟒⌇⌇- ⍙⟒⍀⟒ ⊬⍜⎍ ⏚⍜⍀⋏ ⊑⟒⍀⟒? (”How long have you been at the Overworld? ah! unless- Were you born here?”)

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Mitis points at few batches of trees that offered the fruit.

"⋏⍜⏁ ⏃⌰⌰ ⏁⍀⟒⟒⌇ ⍙⟟⌰⌰ ☌⍀⍜⍙ ⟟⏁. ⟟⏁'⌇ ⏚⟒⌇⏁ ⏁⍜ ⌰⟒⏃⍀⋏ ⊑⍜⍙ ⏁⍜ ⟟⎅⟒⋏⏁⟟⎎⊬ ⌿⌰⏃⋏⏁⌇ ⏁⊑⏃⏁ ☊⍜⎍⌰⎅ ⊑⟒⌰⌿ ⊬⍜⎍ ⟟⋏ ⊬⍜⎍⍀ ⏁⍀⏃⎐⟒⌰⌇."

("Not all trees will grow it. It's best to learn how to identify plants that could help you in your travels.")