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[biteoffherhead]

[So, Moro's calmed down significantly since the arrival of the Kin'Corans. There was a bit of tension at first, with the arrival of new Lucetians, but she soon recognized their arrival pattern and left them be.

As their arrivals slowed down, Moro began to interact again. Namely, by dragging fallen wood from deep in the forest and leaving it by the village edge - something that she's done before. She's also bringing out branches of trees that have acorns and seeds still growing on them - hint hint, so to speak. She's got several other small things, such as various wild fruits and a few plants she recognized as edible thanks to San's diet before.

Moro herself will be approachable, not snarling or growling at all, and almost (aaaalmost) looking apologetic for her extreme behavior. Almost.]

Comments

[biteoffherhead]

[The communication is foreign to her, but spirits have many such strange ways of speaking. It does not catch her entirely off guard.]

Hello. Do you wish something of me, little spirit?

[chirpchirp]

♩~

<where is this place? are you an elder?>

[It takes a few cautious steps forward and leans up to sniff at Moro's face (if it had a nose, that is). It just wants to greet you, Moro! Since...it'll be running about the forest a lot.]

[biteoffherhead]

[Moro touches "noses" with it, getting a good whiff of it, smelling sand and various other mysterious scents on the spirit-like creature.]

I am an elderly god. I am Moro, guardian of the forests.

[chirpchirp]

< elder. elder Moro>

[it hums and bows its head respectfully.]

[biteoffherhead]

I demand you to do no harm to this forest. Otherwise, do as you so wish.

[chirpchirp]

<what is harm? what is forest?>

♩♩ ♩~~?

[the traveler doesn't understand, but it bobs its head again and walks up to Moro, wanting to touch noses again]

♩~

[biteoffherhead]

The forest is all around you. These trees, these animals. The life.

Do not damage it.

[chirpchirp]

♩♬

[it understands, even if it isn't sure why someone would want to damage something so wonderful. the green is so strange to it, but it is soft and it smells heavenly. ]

♬

<protect it?>

[biteoffherhead]

Yes. If you wish to make that your purpose.

[chirpchirp]

♬

<protect life.>

[bring it back, raise the past, breathe life into what no longer has it. it knows these things.

stepping forward it bows its head to Moro again. it will do this task and breathe life into the forest]

[biteoffherhead]

[What a good little spirit. It even eases and brings happiness to Moro, herself!]

Do you have a name, spirit?

[chirpchirp]

[name - everyone asks that here! so confusing. the traveler chirps and a small rune appears by its head, fading away a moment later.]

♩?