>>6318548“Earthmother,” He drones as he glances groundward, “Sculptor, caretaker, guardian of the world’s curves…” The Chytree pauses to cast a wistful glance along the path. “Even without light you can sense it, can’t you?”
“... How expensive the drinks are gonna be?”
“No…” He groans, waving off his half-sister’s answer, “The <span class="mu-i">vibrance</span> of it all… even atop a mountain, nature flourishes…” He gives the path a gentle stomp. “Her flesh…” A leathery boot sends a pebble rattling down the path. “Her children…”
What’s all the water, then?
“Breast Milk.”
<span class="mu-i">Ah.</span>
Soft gravel crunches beneath your boots as you’re ushered along the geyser-lined path. Every so often a faint rumble heralds a spray of warm mist into the air–the droplets clinging to your face like you’d just gotten out of the shower!
When you reach the entrance, you and the other pathgoers are greeted by another squad of cheery bathworkers and what sounds like a chamber orchestra of windchimes… Clunking over you as you pass the threshold, the scent from the trail only intensifies as you cross what you assume to be the lobby!
“Welcome~”Purrs one of the Chytree receptionists, directing you over with a low, but welcoming voice, “Checking in?”
Ha! You <span class="mu-i">wish</span>, you remark as you take another whiff of the tasty air! Nah, you’re… you’re here to uh…
<span class="mu-i">Right</span>, Lutza’s manager told you to mention…
<span class="mu-b">TAIL CREAM</span>, you answer with a confident nod, you’re here to… for tail cream!
The receptionist’s eyes flicker ever so briefly. “Indeed… yes, we’ll have an attendant take you right up.” He cocks his head to the side. “Your business associates are welcome to enjoy the Stone Garden here in the Lobby and all of its corresponding amenities… though I regret to inform you the Swoos Lounges, Steam Lounges, Mist Lounges, Float Lounges, Smoke Lounges, Magma Lounges, Dive Pools, and Restaurants are limited to paying customers…”
Yea, no, you shrug, that’s… that’s totally fine! Say, when’s the next reservation spot open up anywho? The receptionist’s eyes glimmer with magic!
“... We have a few days open in seven months!” He replies with a reassuring click! “It’s lovely that time of year–less brisk, warm breezes…”
You’ll, uh… you’ll think about it!
>CONTD. 