>>5897722>>5897638>>5897529>>5897445As you wind your way out of the Moonwoods and back towards lunar civilization, your mind also wanders. You have been here for only… Well, in actuality, it’s tough to tell HOW long you’ve been here. Hours, at least. A day? You feel tired, but not SLEEPY, in a way that doesn’t quite line up with any past experience except perhaps some overuse of your <Daylight> spell. It’s as if being here, on this strange celestial sphere, has imbued you with extra energy.
“Oh, yes,” one of your attendants eagerly volunteers when you ask about it, “it will do that. You must still sleep, though. You are not from here… Not one with the Moon’s energies as we are.”
“I don’t fee like I could,” you admit.
“That would be all those <Goodberries> you ate earlier.
>Gained in inventory: Three Goodberries, each capable of providing a full day’s worth of nutrients and/or restoring 1 point of MP“Ah,” you say, “right.”
As you leave, you keep an eye out—and your aura extended—in search of a suitable animal companion. Maybe it’s all the talk of wildlife, or thoughts of Muffins back home on Earth, but you find yourself lonesome for a furry friend. Something small, ideally… Soft and fluffy. A friend for Muffins whom he won’t feel threatened by… And ideally, something you can dissuade him from eating. Gods Above, it’s tough enough to keep him from trying to eat Hershy, and he has FIREBREATH! As you walk, though, you also talk.
“Uh…” you begin. “Attendants?”
“Neremyn,” volunteers one. “Or Nym.”
“Devidan,” says the other. “You may call me Devi.”
“Right,” you say, a bit embarrassed to have waited so long before asking their names, and even then not REALLY asking. “Nym and Devi… I understand how and why the Groundskeeper and his court came to be, you know, deer-fairies or whatever. But what about the Unseelie Fey?”
The attendants slow a little at that, and you stop and turn to face them, and to clarify your question in spite of their fidgeting and avoidance of eye contact.
“What happened to them?” you ask. “If predatory animals and the like are… You know, BAD… How did they end up like that?”
Nym glances at Devi, who is chewing their lips, and sighs.
