#luunna doesnt explain this but shes fully intent on either using magic or just picking him up and flying off with him

[spootsaline]

"Nooo, nooo it's fineee, we typicallyyyy don't liiveeeee on Alttterniaaa anymoreeeee."

>You don't expand on this as you only have limited knowledge on the various wars that took place anyways. It all happened long, long, before you hatched out of your nut.

>You shake your head.

"There's noooo neeed for that righttt nowww! If you'reee not sureee it won'tttt hurtttt, it can waiiitttt. The forest willl nooot falllll overrrr and dieee becauseee you can'tttt do itt righttttt thisss secondddd!"

>You hear the whirr and pause. It takes you a second to recognize the sound.

"...Ah! You are partttt macchiinnne yes--I cannn hearrr. Hm--"

>You pause. You always find coming across additions or replacements like this so...strange.

"--I'mmmm afraiddd I'm nooo goood with mecccchanicalll stuff...norrr heallinggg. Buttt youuu don't have to sittt hereee...I could take you hiveee? And thennn we could figggure out what to doooo? So we're noooot-"

>You gesture, pointing out how open you two were sitting on the ground.

"Outtt in the opeeen?"

chirp-trolls​:

>You can admire that he still wants to help, even though you’re more than sure you have this under control. Trolls are much different than fairies in that aspect.

“Cannn I….useee magicc?”

>You couldn’t help yourself. You snorted and that turned into laughter, that sounded much like twinkling bells. You covered your mouth as your body shook with your laughter, your wings fluttering, and covering your grin with your hand, as your laughter slowly subsided.

“I'mmmm sorrryyy! Thatttt was quiteeee rudeee—but offff courseee I can Darric! I'mmm a fairy!”

>You uncovered her mouth, still grinning.

“Oooooh oohh! It’s fineeee! I'mmm gladdd you didn'tttt eitherrrr, buttt I handle dannngerousss situationssss all theeee timmme!”

>You nodded.

“Butttt yesss! Youuuu couldd and thatttt might exxxpiditteee the processs someeewhattt—buttt only if it doessn’t hurttt you! You'veeee beeen througgh enoughhh as isss!”

> Your gaze flickers down nervously as she starts to laugh- You can smell something different about her, almost tantalizing, though fortunately it’s easy enough to push that thought away. You know by this point that it’s the smell of magic. Still, you bow your head, embarrassed. You’re definitely not versed in magic and you were being polite about the whole…Wing situation.

“[…Uh…_Right._I’m_not_too_well-versed_in_magic…]”

> You rub the back of your neck, wincing slightly because it hurts to move the arm you still have. But you’re just going to have to get used to it, these burns aren’t going anywhere any time soon.

“[Promise_I_won’t_hurt_myself._I_just_can’t_sit_around_if_there’s_something_I_can_offer._Though,_uh…]”

> You use your hand to shift one of your legs beneath you. You haven’t tried to move them, and attempting to yields a faint whir and a slight jerk of your knee, but nothing more.

“[…I_might_have_to_literally_sit_around._I_don’t_think_I_can_walk._My_legs_are_mechanical,_and_must’ve_gotten_damaged…]”

> The sheer heat probably melted or distorted the wiring. It’s impressive that you’re not more badly burned, but you probably have some kind of protection- Your skin, anyway.