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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]

Do as you like.

[windandrain]

Where are you from?

[biteoffherhead]

The mountain of the Forest Spirit.

[windandrain]

And...what is the mountain like? Are there harsh winters?

[biteoffherhead]

There can be. I have seen many of them.

[windandrain]

I see. And...have you met many other gods, besides the ones here?

[biteoffherhead]

There are my pups, and the boars. And the Forest Spirit.

[windandrain]

The...Forest Spirit? The god of your forest, yes?

[Pardon her questions, she's a curious sort]

[biteoffherhead]

Yes. Life and death is his domain, and his alone.

[windandrain]

What...does he look like? An animal, like yourself?

[biteoffherhead]

He is life itself. All forms are his to behold.

[windandrain]

[She nods, understanding. She'd wondered how similar their worlds were, and...it was starting to add up to something different. Her own elongated limbs shifted to regard the wolf-god, noseless face twitching.]

He sounds...beautiful. Unbound by form and shape, like that.