[which makes sense, because Viridi rarely listens to anybody who isn't herself. she will tentatively follow, scooping up the winged chestnut and waving the other animals to 'come on'.]
This is a pretty pickle.
[The walls are... bleeding. Everywhere.]
You can't patch this all up yourself. ...I don't even know if sticking bandages on a flesh wall will do anything. You're sure you heard a voice? I wonder if this place is trying to develop a spirit of the land. In which case, you'd want to give it spiritual nourishment.
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[which makes sense, because Viridi rarely listens to anybody who isn't herself. she will tentatively follow, scooping up the winged chestnut and waving the other animals to 'come on'.]
This is a pretty pickle.
[The walls are... bleeding. Everywhere.]
You can't patch this all up yourself. ...I don't even know if sticking bandages on a flesh wall will do anything. You're sure you heard a voice? I wonder if this place is trying to develop a spirit of the land. In which case, you'd want to give it spiritual nourishment.
[Behind them, the animals are agitated again.]