#luunna replies

[spootsaline]

"Ohhh? I can say mucccchhh of the sammeee, wassss quiteee activeeee myselffff as a childddd, but it takessss....almost an imposssibbblleee amounnnttt of tumbliinnggg to hurt a fairy childddd."

>You don't even think you've ever heard of a fairy child getting really hurt in your entire life span, which isn't saying too much, since you're only 150 sweeps old, which is quite young by fairy standards.

"I diidddd hear from yourrrrr....compannniionnnn that your burrrnnsss areee infactttt of magicalll natureeee, and it's notttt fairrryyy magic, so it's notttt something I knowww how to undoooo. So I'm not quite sure how mucccchhh this willl reallllyyyy hellppp?" >You set out some bandages, gauze, a cleaner, and pauses before tentatively setting down some ointment. You're not sure how much that item will help.

"Theeeyy very well coulddd beee. Weeee gooo througgghh extensiveeee trainnninnggg as childreeen. Ifff youuu haven'tttt had the training I can onlyyyy imagine this is all very...difficult."

>You look over at Darric.

"Whereee should I start?"

chirp-trolls​:

“I wouldddd hope so!”

>Once you make sure Darric isn’t going to fall off your couch, you turn and walk into the kitchen. Waving your hand, to dissipate your wings as you do so. You don’t need them right now, and since you’re home they’re probably going to get in the way anyways.

>The floor is fairly open, the kitchen and living room only truly being separated by different colored flooring. You however use your kitchen as an everything room. So you have just about everything in the world in here. You bend over as you open one of the cabinet doors close to the ground.

“I miggghhttt not be goodddd at healing magggiccc, buttttt I dooo know a bittt about nonmagicalll healllinggg.”

>You pull out the first aid kit, and close the cabinet door.

“Weeee allll have tooo learrrnn as natureee fairrrieesss. We cannnn be quite attt riskkk for havinnggg our magic inhibiiiited innn our normalll line of work.”

>You bring the first aid kit over to Darric, setting it on the coffee table, and taking a seat near him on the couch. You then pop open the first aid kit.

“Orrr loosssinnnggg our emotionalll grippp. Thinnnggsss like thattt cannn reallllyyy take magiccc for a spinnnn.”

> You watch her turned back as her wings disappear, and you wonder if they’re real, or magic? Or does it even matter? You don’t know.

> You listen quietly, watching as she collects the kit and brings it over to you.

“[Yeah,_I_feel_that._I_learned_a_bit_of_first_aid_in_the_Fleet._But_I_didn’t_learn_anything_I_didn’t_already_know_from_being_a_kinda_rough-n-tumble_kid.]”

> You think even highbloods learn to patch themselves up after a while, no one wants to go to a doctor every time they get a wound that needs stitching.

> As she pops open the kit, you elect to carefully peel off your shirt. Your burns extend across your chest and back, and you have another one on your stomach.

“[That_makes_sense._I_think_I_feel_the_same-_It_feels_like_it’s_tied_to_my_emotions.]”

> You rest your fingertips against the center of your chest, where you feel that power flickering within you. Nairu appears as a small flame on your shoulder to speak up.

“You’re a pyromancer, boy, your passion rules your magic.”

“[Really_wish_it_didn’t,_I_feel_like_that’s_responsible_for_all_this.]”

> You gesture vaguely to yourself and your missing arm.

“Only in part.”

[spootsaline]

"I wouldddd hope so!"

>Once you make sure Darric isn't going to fall off your couch, you turn and walk into the kitchen. Waving your hand, to dissipate your wings as you do so. You don't need them right now, and since you're home they're probably going to get in the way anyways.

>The floor is fairly open, the kitchen and living room only truly being separated by different colored flooring. You however use your kitchen as an everything room. So you have just about everything in the world in here. You bend over as you open one of the cabinet doors close to the ground.

"I miggghhttt not be goodddd at healing magggiccc, buttttt I dooo know a bittt about nonmagicalll healllinggg."

>You pull out the first aid kit, and close the cabinet door.

"Weeee allll have tooo learrrnn as natureee fairrrieesss. We cannnn be quite attt riskkk for havinnggg our magic inhibiiiited innn our normalll line of work."

>You bring the first aid kit over to Darric, setting it on the coffee table, and taking a seat near him on the couch. You then pop open the first aid kit.

"Orrr loosssinnnggg our emotionalll grippp. Thinnnggsss like thattt cannn reallllyyy take magiccc for a spinnnn."

chirp-trolls​:

>You had to be aware as you flew the both of you back hive, as you couldn’t zip through the familiar land and make sure you didn’t smack him into something at the same time. So the trip was slow and almost leisurely.

>The scenery changed from the mixture destruction and ruined land to a dense green forest, teeming with life. As you fluttered by there was the occasional lusii or beast that stuck their head out, or walked right by, not taking notice of the pair. Being a fairy of nature did have it’s benefits, you could do almost anything here and the animals would not mind. They know you are only here to help.

>You come to a stop at a normal looking tree. It might be slightly larger and more gnarled than the others, but nothing truly outstanding about it. You touch the trunk and with a flash of magic the tree momentarily dissipates as you bring the two of you in. The tree reappears and you are now hive.

>Your hive, a rounded dusty brown colored two story home stands tall and inviting as ever, but you only feel relief when you land to open your door. You float Darric inside, using magic to shut the door behind you both, and you set him on the light green couch.

“Sorrry that toook a litttlllleee longerrr thannn I thouggghhht. I wanttted to makeee sure I diddddnn'tttt knoccckk you arounnnnd.”

> You don’t mind the length of the journey, you’ve got a lot to process anyway. You’re certainly not in a rush to get anywhere, though it might be nice to run some cool water over your burns or something.

> Your eyes widen a bit in awe at the magic hiding her hive- Though you make no comment, and groan faintly as you’re deposited gently on the couch.

“[Urgh-_You’re_fine._I’d_definitely_prefer_slow_and_steady_over_crashing_into_trees.]”

> You’re glad you didn’t run into anything, because you ache enough as it is. Nairu seems to feel unwelcome in the home of a fairy and creeps into your chest, disappearing.

> You try to relax. You’re not sure if you should take off your shirt or something so she can treat your wounds. She said she wasn’t good at healing, but these burns should at least be cleaned and bandaged, you think.

[spootsaline]

>You had to be aware as you flew the both of you back hive, as you couldn't zip through the familiar land and make sure you didn't smack him into something at the same time. So the trip was slow and almost leisurely.

>The scenery changed from the mixture destruction and ruined land to a dense green forest, teeming with life. As you fluttered by there was the occasional lusii or beast that stuck their head out, or walked right by, not taking notice of the pair. Being a fairy of nature did have it's benefits, you could do almost anything here and the animals would not mind. They know you are only here to help.

>You come to a stop at a normal looking tree. It might be slightly larger and more gnarled than the others, but nothing truly outstanding about it. You touch the trunk and with a flash of magic the tree momentarily dissipates as you bring the two of you in. The tree reappears and you are now hive.

>Your hive, a rounded dusty brown colored two story home stands tall and inviting as ever, but you only feel relief when you land to open your door. You float Darric inside, using magic to shut the door behind you both, and you set him on the light green couch.

"Sorrry that toook a litttlllleee longerrr thannn I thouggghhht. I wanttted to makeee sure I diddddnn'tttt knoccckk you arounnnnd."

chirp-trolls​:

>You watch him double over, and you reach out to touch him, only to pull back last minute. You don’t want to cause him more pain. You can only imagine that there is more going on than just this. He had just practically up and disappeared from his own life for months! There must be others who care about him and are looking for him.

>You can’t imagine what that is like. When you made the choice to leave home, you at least let everyone know about your decision, and that your mind wouldn’t be changed. Even if you ever did change your mind, going back home isn’t a difficult task, you live near one of the opening areas for a reason.

>You sighed, and waved your hands, your light green magic doing it’s work as you floated him up in the air. Then taking off yourself.

“…Letsss go hiveee.”

> You silently curl up as you’re floated, initially feeling a pang of anxiety over flying without having anything to hold onto or anything. You’ll just have to trust her- Which is some proof of how trusting you are, because that thought allows you to relax somewhat.

> During the journey you determine that you can speak mentally with Nairu, and you talk with him. He can feel your grief, and you silently explain to him what you’ve surely lost. He has little to say, but notes that Nasire might be willing to help; He’s helped as much as he could, thus far.

> You do have Sibbyl, too, who might be willing to help. You’re not completely ruined…You think. For now you’re just going to try not to think about it until you can confirm some things.

[spootsaline]

>Eighty pounds each? That's quite a bit of leg! Yeah you're not sure you can carry that and all of him too. You consider yourself decently strong, but not...that strong.

"Thoosee are quiteee heavy! Yesss I would agreee magiccc might be bessttt in this caseee!"

>He's...been like that for months!? You had only assumed a few days, maybe a couple weeks at most, given how easy he was taken down.

"Months..!? Oooohh dearrrr that'ssss quiteeee a bitttt longerrr than I hadddd assummmedddd...."

chirp-trolls​:

“Oh! I meannnt my hiveee, but yesss I thinkkk trying to get youuu movvving firsstt is bessst.”

>You say this not knowing how exactly how to go about it. Can…you pick him up? He’s still all so…hurt everywhere? You get up and circle him as he seems to be looking for something.

“I could tryyy carrying you? I miggghhht not beee the strongggestsss but I miggghhttt be stronggg enouuugh—Or use my magiccc?”

>You’re sure you have enough to just…float him there if he doesn’t resist too much, or have a fear of heights. You’re also afraid you can’t offer much in terms of days or places. All you know is that the place, the forest is yours, and days are largely irrelevant to your general exitance.

“I don'ttt typicallyyyy keeep track offf the dayssss I’m afraaaiiddd. Theyyy just commmeeee by and goooo. Theeeyyy areeen'tttt typicallly relevaaaant to my exxxissstannceee—Buttt we are inn well, a forresttt. What I considerrr myyy foresttt, but I don'tttt think that’s…usefull inforrrmationnn.”

“[…These_legs_weigh_something_like_eighty_pounds_each_so…Yeah,_magic_might_be_good.]”

> You’re not afraid of heights, somehow, but you don’t want to be dropped. Or just be heavy for her to carry.

“By my reckoning, it’s been several months…Or perigees, whatever term you trolls use- Since your awakening.”

> Nairu pipes up. You stare at him and process that.

“[…You’d_better_be_lying.]”

“You would know if I were.”

> Fuck.

> What about your fucking rent?!

[spootsaline]

"Oh! I meannnt my hiveee, but yesss I thinkkk trying to get youuu movvving firsstt is bessst."

>You say this not knowing how exactly how to go about it. Can...you pick him up? He's still all so...hurt everywhere? You get up and circle him as he seems to be looking for something.

"I could tryyy carrying you? I miggghhht not beee the strongggestsss but I miggghhttt be stronggg enouuugh---Or use my magiccc?"

>You're sure you have enough to just...float him there if he doesn't resist too much, or have a fear of heights. You're also afraid you can't offer much in terms of days or places. All you know is that the place, the forest is yours, and days are largely irrelevant to your general exitance.

"I don'ttt typicallyyyy keeep track offf the dayssss I'm afraaaiiddd. Theyyy just commmeeee by and goooo. Theeeyyy areeen'tttt typicallly relevaaaant to my exxxissstannceee---Buttt we are inn well, a forresttt. What I considerrr myyy foresttt, but I don'tttt think that's...usefull inforrrmationnn."

chirp-trolls​:

“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?”

> You’ve just come to accept at this point that no one’s going to give you any details on magic shit and you’re just, not going to know. That’s fine. You’re not into that anyway.

“[Right,_right,_okay…]”

> You sigh. You’re still going to feel bad about the damage you’ve caused. Though it’s probably just you shifting your guilt over letting yourself go.

“[That’s_fine…_I_made_these_legs,_I_can_fix_them._Even_with_one_hand._Uh…]”

> You glance through the trees, as though hoping to spot some kind of identifying landmark or…Something.

“[I_have…_No_idea_where_I_am,_or_where_my_hive_is_from_here._I_don’t_even_know_what_night_it_is.]”

> You pat your pockets and come up with nothing, not your phone nor your keys, nor even the usual bits and bobs you keep in your pockets. Which is weird. You guess Nasire took those to keep them from getting damaged like the rest of you, but now it’s kind of inconvenient…

[spootsaline]

>You watch him double over, and you reach out to touch him, only to pull back last minute. You don't want to cause him more pain. You can only imagine that there is more going on than just this. He had just practically up and disappeared from his own life for months! There must be others who care about him and are looking for him.

>You can't imagine what that is like. When you made the choice to leave home, you at least let everyone know about your decision, and that your mind wouldn't be changed. Even if you ever did change your mind, going back home isn't a difficult task, you live near one of the opening areas for a reason.

>You sighed, and waved your hands, your light green magic doing it's work as you floated him up in the air. Then taking off yourself.

"...Letsss go hiveee."

chirp-trolls​:

>Eighty pounds each? That’s quite a bit of leg! Yeah you’re not sure you can carry that and all of him too. You consider yourself decently strong, but not…that strong.

“Thoosee are quiteee heavy! Yesss I would agreee magiccc might be bessttt in this caseee!”

>He’s…been like that for months!? You had only assumed a few days, maybe a couple weeks at most, given how easy he was taken down.

“Months..!? Oooohh dearrrr that'ssss quiteeee a bitttt longerrr than I hadddd assummmedddd….”

“[You_and_me_both.]”

> You say weakly, doubling over to press your hand to your face. Your head is spinning as you consider all the possibilities, but ultimately- You obviously haven’t been paying your rent, and your landlord gets uppity if you’re so much as a few nights late. What likely happened is that they figured you were dead and cleared your apartment- Which means all the work you’ve done is gone. Even if your landlord held onto any of your tools, materials, or work- They’d be stupid to, that stuff is worth thousands of caegars- You doubt you’re going to be able to get anything back.

> It’s not even like the time you actually died, because you had your moirail and matesprit to lean on then, and you had some money saved up.

> In short, you’re fucked.

> Nairu hops onto your shoulders and coils around them like a scarf with no real reaction from you- You glance at him, but that’s about it. If she wants to try floating you, you wouldn’t resist.

[spootsaline]

>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!"

chirp-trolls​:

.“Youuuu say sort offf but you weeerreeee quite easy to trickkk I’m afffraiiiddd.”

>You grin slightly.

“–likeee a litttle childddd whooo isn’t yet awarreee of what a thump berrrry tastes likeeee.”

>A rude awakening that one is, though significantly less violent than being fooled into plowing into the ground.

“…It’ll beeee fineee. The damage is donnneee and can’t be takkkeeeenn backkk, so there is nooo point in feeeling sorrry aboutttt it. Just to accepttt it and moveee on. I can help repair the foresttttt laterrrr, natureee is quite resilient…but I dooo think it'llll neeed my help this timmmeee.”

>Though you wish the forest wasn’t destroyed to begin with, you know that ultimately there is nothing truly wrong with it’s partial destruction, as it is simply apart of life.

“Hmmm…I think I can now say it'sss nice to meeet you Darric…my name is Luunna. I would offferrrr you a hug butttt I’m afraiiiddd that might onlllly cause you more painnn.”

“[It’s,_uh,_not_easy_to_explain._I’d_buy_that,_but_that’s_not_really_what_I_meant.]”

> …Though you don’t know what a thump berry is either.

“[Some_apology_is_better_than_none,_or_so_I’d_hope._If_there’s_anything_I_can_do_to_help…]”

> You glance briefly to Nairu, and have a thought.

“[Actually,_uh,_you…_Use_magic,_right?_I_think_I_can_offer_energy._Right?]”

> You look to Nairu for confirmation, and he nods.

“[Again,_sorry_that_I_tried_to_hurt_you._I’m_glad_I_didn’t.]”

> You move your hand to glance at the stump of your arm.

“[…Yeah,_no_hugs_please.]”

[spootsaline]

."Youuuu say sort offf but you weeerreeee quite easy to trickkk I'm afffraiiiddd."

>You grin slightly.

"--likeee a litttle childddd whooo isn't yet awarreee of what a thump berrrry tastes likeeee."

>A rude awakening that one is, though significantly less violent than being fooled into plowing into the ground.

"...It'll beeee fineee. The damage is donnneee and can't be takkkeeeenn backkk, so there is nooo point in feeeling sorrry aboutttt it. Just to accepttt it and moveee on. I can help repair the foresttttt laterrrr, natureee is quite resilient...but I dooo think it'llll neeed my help this timmmeee."

>Though you wish the forest wasn't destroyed to begin with, you know that ultimately there is nothing truly wrong with it's partial destruction, as it is simply apart of life.

"Hmmm...I think I can now say it'sss nice to meeet you Darric...my name is Luunna. I would offferrrr you a hug butttt I'm afraiiiddd that might onlllly cause you more painnn."

chirp-trolls​:

>You wait patiently, you know coming to out from one of your spells sometimes isn’t an easy task for some trolls. You go back to ignoring the flaming fox, he is not who you want to hear from right now.

>No direct answer to your questions it seems, you simply accept it and move on.

“It'sss fine. I prrrooobabllyyyy wouldn’t eeeither. Thisss stuff isn’t my foreetee.”

>She sighs.

“I traccckkked you down because you were caussssinnng a dissturbanceeee.”

>A rather large one, the magic he was giving off was incredibly loud like dull thudding in the back of your head, in combination of feeling huge portions of nature suddenly dying off you knew something was incredibly wrong.

“Thatttt of whicccchhh I don’t considerrrr yourrr faullt. Youuu wereeee a monsterrrr, coulllddd telll by yourrrr actttionnsss it was a raaathhher new occurrence.”

“Buttttt I don’t considerrrr my job done hereee, you yourrrsellf are still quite hurt, and if am to beeliveee your creatureee, it’s nothing I can completeeelly help with, but I cannn still help if you wiisssh since you are clearlly innnn need of some aid stilll.”

> Your face falls a bit as she says you were causing a disturbance. You know you were, you remember how many trolls you killed in that state. You can’t entirely be absolved of blame; You’re still a monster. You probably could have gotten out of that state yourself and you didn’t, you relished in your mindlessness, enjoyed being free from guilt and pain.

> But you can’t really explain that to someone you just met.

“[Sort_of_new…_But_also_sort_of_not._Thank_you_for_helping_me,_anyway._I’m_sorry_for_the_trouble.]”

> You glance over your shoulder, seeing the destroyed trees and melted earth from your path.

“[Uh…_For_starters,_I_guess,_my_name_is_Darric.]”

[spootsaline]

>You wait patiently, you know coming to out from one of your spells sometimes isn't an easy task for some trolls. You go back to ignoring the flaming fox, he is not who you want to hear from right now.

>No direct answer to your questions it seems, you simply accept it and move on.

"It'sss fine. I prrrooobabllyyyy wouldn't eeeither. Thisss stuff isn't my foreetee."

>She sighs.

"I traccckkked you down because you were caussssinnng a dissturbanceeee."

>A rather large one, the magic he was giving off was incredibly loud like dull thudding in the back of your head, in combination of feeling huge portions of nature suddenly dying off you knew something was incredibly wrong.

"Thatttt of whicccchhh I don't considerrrr yourrr faullt. Youuu wereeee a monsterrrr, coulllddd telll by yourrrr actttionnsss it was a raaathhher new occurrence."

"Buttttt I don't considerrrr my job done hereee, you yourrrsellf are still quite hurt, and if am to beeliveee your creatureee, it's nothing I can completeeelly help with, but I cannn still help if you wiisssh since you are clearlly innnn need of some aid stilll."

chirp-trolls​:

>You roll your eyes.

>You hear the troll groan and your become eyes practically glued to him, as you watch him struggle to sit up. You would help, but you’re not sure if there’s a part of him you can touch with out hurting him.

“I mean—I know youuuu'reeee not physicallyyyyy, ure weeeee had met.”

>You pause.

“Are youuuu…okay?”

>You rephrase that immediately.

“I mean—I know youuuu'reeee not physicallyyyyy…but areeee you alright….emotionallllly? Doooo you knooowwww what happppened?”

>You can safely bet that answer is also going to be a no, but you don’t know how else you can recover from this blunder.

“[Uh.]”

> You look up, staring at the troll in front of you. You wind up staring for several long moments as you process her, her question, her concern, and then you awkwardly shift to sit and clutch weakly at the stump of your missing arm. It fucking hurts.

> The fox stands to approach you before you can answer her question, and you look over, furrowing your brow somewhat.

“[You’re…]”

“Nah’ruhekai. Or, Nahru.“

> You know he’s the demon bound to you, who’s been guiding you, feeding off your magic and preventing it from overtaking you. He doesn’t need to introduce himself to you.

> You look back to the jadeblood.

“[Uh…It’s_kind_of_a_long_story,_and_I_don’t_really_get_it_myself.]”

[spootsaline]

>You roll your eyes.

>You hear the troll groan and your become eyes practically glued to him, as you watch him struggle to sit up. You would help, but you're not sure if there's a part of him you can touch with out hurting him.

"I mean---I know youuuu'reeee not physicallyyyyy, ure weeeee had met."

>You pause.

"Are youuuu...okay?"

>You rephrase that immediately.

"I mean---I know youuuu'reeee not physicallyyyyy...but areeee you alright....emotionallllly? Doooo you knooowwww what happppened?"

>You can safely bet that answer is also going to be a no, but you don't know how else you can recover from this blunder.

chirp-trolls​:

>Hell fire? Oh this was so out of your league. You’ve heard about it and other darker magics sure, but it was so far removed from what you do. You’ve only had a brush with fairies of rot and decay, and maybe a death fairy or two, but you never knew anyone personally.

“I wasn’t tryyyinnggg to threateeen you, rather makeeee some sort of deallll, but that'ssss not happeninggg I suppooosee.”

>You pause and think on his words, you don’t want to trust him, but you feel as for right now, you don’t have a choice.

“Fineeee. I will beeeliivveee you for nowww. I will undo the spelll.”

>You grumble to yourself as you raise your hands over the trolls body once again, waving her hands through the air there is a faint twinkling snap as the spell fell apart.

“A deal with a demon? Quite the bold move.”

> The demon laughs softly, and watches as she breaks the spell over you.

> You shift with a faint groan, coming to almost immediately. You’re aware of precisely two things; The strong scent of earth and smoke, and the amount of pain you’re in.

> You push yourself upright- Trying to use both arms to do so, you swear you can feel your arm, so why are you struggling to get up..? Once you manage to lift yourself up enough you look down, and stare at the stump of your arm.

> ….Cool. Alright. You guess this might as well happen.

[spootsaline]

>You simply decide to ignore the flaming fox, as you have decided that you are not going to pay attention to him unless he has something actually important to say.

>You also bite back your snippy response, magic or your energy doesn't really waste like this. Though you'll only admit to yourself that you are a little rusty and it's strange to feel the outpour of magic that you have used today.

>You noticed as you continued to try your attempts to heal him, it was clear he had some other magic on him, and you frown. You're not a healer you're not one to hold curses, and you are not one who can easily identify magic.

>You look up at the fox, not pleased.

"Heeee has magiccc on him."

>There was a slight pause.

"Iffff you tell me how to healll him then I will wake him upppp."

>You know you will have to wake him up regardless.

chirp-trolls​:

>You narrow your eyes once again, but this time you are able to keep a tight grip on your emotions.

“I donnnn’t think tuuurrrnnninnnggg him into a moonnnstterrr was innn his bessst interesst!”

>Shit. Keeping him alive? You…you’re going to have to change that. You don’t even care if it’s not your place to make such a decision for someone else. You don’t like the tone of the flames voice, you just can’t trust that he has any interest in the troll at all, much less his best interest.

>You simply refuse to believe it.

“I can heal him, that is what I was doing before youuuu pesterrred me! I will lettttt him awakeee on his owwnnn!”

>It’ll hopefully give you more time to heal him, and he also looks like he needs the rest anyways.

>You watch the flame creep off the trolls shoulder and turn into a fox of fire with antlers. Good lord what a strange and creepy thing. A brief look of disgust and disbelief flashes across your face, before your turn your eyes away.

>You’re intent on mostly ignoring the flame face-now fox, and turn your attention back to healing the poor troll. Trying to continue to the little healing you had achieved.

> The fox narrows his eyes.

“’Turning him into a monster?’ My dear fairy, I had no part in that appearance of his. That was his choice. I just didn’t disagree.”

> He turned his head away, sniffing.

“Fine. Waste your energy and delay the inevitable. Just do not come crying to me and say I did not warn you.”

> He fell silent, letting her resume healing. Most of your wounds just begin to heal, but at a snail’s pace considering the amount of energy being poured into them. Your missing arm is worst of all, remaining blistered and raw where it isn’t charred black. Some other kind of magic seemed to have sealed the wound from the removal of your arm- But only sealed it, and perhaps it’s the cause of those burns.

[spootsaline]

>You narrow your eyes once again, but this time you are able to keep a tight grip on your emotions.

"I donnnn't think tuuurrrnnninnnggg him into a moonnnstterrr was innn his bessst interesst!"

>Shit. Keeping him alive? You...you're going to have to change that. You don't even care if it's not your place to make such a decision for someone else. You don't like the tone of the flames voice, you just can't trust that he has any interest in the troll at all, much less his best interest.

>You simply refuse to believe it.

"I can heal him, that is what I was doing before youuuu pesterrred me! I will lettttt him awakeee on his owwnnn!"

>It'll hopefully give you more time to heal him, and he also looks like he needs the rest anyways.

>You watch the flame creep off the trolls shoulder and turn into a fox of fire with antlers. Good lord what a strange and creepy thing. A brief look of disgust and disbelief flashes across your face, before your turn your eyes away.

>You're intent on mostly ignoring the flame face-now fox, and turn your attention back to healing the poor troll. Trying to continue to the little healing you had achieved.

chirp-trolls​:

>You continue to do your best to focus on your magic–until you heard that voice. Your eyes snapped open and your magic jolted to a stop.

>You looked around only to spot…a small flame that grew to show a humanoid face with in. You instinctively reach out to swat at the flame, quickly growing angered. This! This was the thing that was hurting the poor troll, making him a beast!

“No! Goo awwwway! He will beee fine! Bettteeeeerr than he’ll be with thisss curse! Thisss wasn’t fun it was painn!”

>You narrowed her eyes at the flame, clenching your fists. Fear and sadness had turned from anger to rage. Your magic only growing more erratic with your emotional growing unbalance. Where there was once sprouts springing up, there were now bushes, and the noise of the earth ripping apart as trees began to grow.

>Hearing the noise of the fast growing plants and the crumbling of earth you took a sharp inhale, closing your eyes once again to reign in her emotion. After a few moments the plants growth ceased, and you opened your eyes.

“You are wrooong.”

> The demon just laughs, unfazed by her swatting.

“I am not going anywhere, fairy. Can you not tell I am bound to this troll? I am keeping him alive, in any case. Rest assured I have his best interest at heart.”

> Something about the demon’s oily tone doesn’t sound too genuine.

“I am not wrong. Wake him, and see his despair, his agony.”

> The flame creeps off of your shoulder, forming a fiery fox with a pair of antlers. The fox calmly sits and waits, unbothered by the fairy.

[spootsaline]

>You continue to do your best to focus on your magic--until you heard that voice. Your eyes snapped open and your magic jolted to a stop.

>You looked around only to spot...a small flame that grew to show a humanoid face with in. You instinctively reach out to swat at the flame, quickly growing angered. This! This was the thing that was hurting the poor troll, making him a beast!

"No! Goo awwwway! He will beee fine! Bettteeeeerr than he'll be with thisss curse! Thisss wasn't fun it was painn!"

>You narrowed her eyes at the flame, clenching your fists. Fear and sadness had turned from anger to rage. Your magic only growing more erratic with your emotional growing unbalance. Where there was once sprouts springing up, there were now bushes, and the noise of the earth ripping apart as trees began to grow.

>Hearing the noise of the fast growing plants and the crumbling of earth you took a sharp inhale, closing your eyes once again to reign in her emotion. After a few moments the plants growth ceased, and you opened your eyes.

"You are wrooong."

chirp-trolls​:

>Noticing your magic take effect, you swoop down and try to catch the troll before he hits the ground too hard. You barely catch him in time, and gently lower him to the floor of cooling magma.

>You flutter around him looking at him and your heart aches. There’s really no good way to grab him is there?

>You land to scoop up the troll in your arms, a feat you only struggle with slightly, with him being dead weight, and feeling of his ruined skin making you cringe. You can’t imagine how this doesn’t hurt, even if he is sleeping.

>You’re only able to carry you both a few few away to a less dangerous patch of ground, where you set him down gently on the floor. You sit next to him, on the verge of tears. You’ve seen…many things, many injustices, but nothing ever like this. You can’t imagine who could’ve done this to another living being….and the thought scares you.

>You shift so you’re facing his body. Your magic unintentionally seeping into the ground around the pair as your tears fell. Little spouts springing up where the magic spread.

>You sniffled and wiped your tears away. You could still help, and you’re going to. You’re not the best healer but you have to try.

>You close your eyes and try to refocus yourself and allow your magic to go down your arms to your hands where you wave them around above him, and try to direct your magic to heal.

> Your skin is burning hot as a matter of course; Even for a rustblood you run hot, you always have. It’s hard to tell if you’re actually running a fever or not.

> Your demon watches her as a tiny flame on your shoulder, before growing slightly, a little face apparent in the contained blaze. He scoffs.

“You aren’t doing him any favors, fairy. He will only suffer in this state. At least as he was before, he wasn’t aware of his pain.”

> The angry red burns are somewhat soothed, but resistant to magic, being caused by magic to begin with. The demon’s flames grow harmlessly, as he reaches out to pluck at a freshly grown sprout.

“Pathetic, the both of you.”

[spootsaline]

>Noticing your magic take effect, you swoop down and try to catch the troll before he hits the ground too hard. You barely catch him in time, and gently lower him to the floor of cooling magma.

>You flutter around him looking at him and your heart aches. There's really no good way to grab him is there?

>You land to scoop up the troll in your arms, a feat you only struggle with slightly, with him being dead weight, and feeling of his ruined skin making you cringe. You can't imagine how this doesn't hurt, even if he is sleeping.

>You're only able to carry you both a few few away to a less dangerous patch of ground, where you set him down gently on the floor. You sit next to him, on the verge of tears. You've seen...many things, many injustices, but nothing ever like this. You can't imagine who could've done this to another living being....and the thought scares you.

>You shift so you're facing his body. Your magic unintentionally seeping into the ground around the pair as your tears fell. Little spouts springing up where the magic spread.

>You sniffled and wiped your tears away. You could still help, and you're going to. You're not the best healer but you have to try.

>You close your eyes and try to refocus yourself and allow your magic to go down your arms to your hands where you wave them around above him, and try to direct your magic to heal.

chirp-trolls​:

>You watch in awe as you watch a troll come out. Wha–

>No.

>You shake your head no time to be amazed? Confused? But there’s a troll in there. This…isn’t a beast.

>You watch him struggle to rise again, and your face furrows. This is…incredibly worrying, and you think you’ve done enough.

>You drift down to what you can only see now as a troll. With worry and concern painted on your face. You pull growing light green glow of magic out from your chest and blow it across the troll.

“It’s time to stooop now, you neeeeed to resssst.”

>With your words, your magic takes effect.

> As she comes down, you, too, sink back to the ground, attempting to lunge at her with all your might-

> -But her magic takes hold of you before you can come too close to her. You sag to the ground, magma sliding off of your back and heaping up around you. Your demon growls in annoyance within your chest, attempting to prevent you from fully falling asleep, but you’re immediately giving in.

> You topple to the ground, surrounded by rapidly cooling magma. Just a troll, now, without even a hint of your previous monstrous form.

> You’re scorched and burned, but you’re alive- At least, as close to alive as an undead like you is going to get.

[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.