cloud pact
By levelcapybara on March 24, 2024 10:48 pm
“‘Sun shower, some flower bloom,
that’s what I wanted to do...’
Those were the lyrics I heard the Flower Girl singing to herself when I woke up. They trailed off when I approached.
Can’t blame her. We were all a little on edge after yesterday’s duels and debates. And I was still coming to terms with her confession.
The superbloom was never meant to create a monoculture of carnivorous lycori. They were just one of the many families of flowers the Flower Girl meant to plant on the moon. Just one rain dance, and the moon should have been teeming with all manner of plant life. It could have been beautiful. Apparently.
I spent the night staring at the scars and scratches our weapons had carved into ceiling of the mine. Brittle, chapped rock. Just like on the surface. Sure, the skies were blue as ever, but the reservoirs were running dry and the silver stone landscapes beside them were disintegrating into windswept deserts. And the miners, despite their best efforts, had failed to find any untapped aquifers. Not that the Moon Barron would have shared the water with anyone anyway.
The Flower Girl got one thing right, if not the rain dance itself. The moon was already dying. The people here were already doomed. But then she said something that really struck a nerve:
That without a flourishing world to live on, no amount of necromancy could help the dead in the long run.
That kept me awake all night. Well, that and the twitching tendrils of the Queen Spiderlily. Calling off killing it was one thing, but did we have to set up camp right next to it?
Anyway, here we are. No heroes. And perhaps no villains either. Just two people, each with an unlikely ally, each trying their best to bring life back to a lifeless world.
Perhaps it's time we worked toward that goal together. Can’t hurt to ask.”
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