Jedao does set him down and follow him in, gasping with delight as they enter. It's been a long time since the caverns port, and he shivers with the all-over overwhelming presence of a planetary mass, the beautiful intricacies of the hollows, and the smell of cool growing things.
The whispers echo, the gentle sadness of a loss they hadn't experienced but knew was important in some way. No regret or grief, more... simply acknowledged.
Kin... Lost... Long before...
At a glance the space seems otherwise self-contained, besides the exit back to the Enclosure, but Ghost moves towards a narrow patch of shade that quickly reveals itself to be an exit tunnel; Jedao may have to stoop a little to fit inside, and the whiffs of acid are immediately stronger from within, but Ghost clearly knows where it's going from here.
Ghost is readily visible in the tunnel ahead of Jedao, white mask a stark contrast to the dark and the greenery - until it almost immediately drops out of sight. The heavy build-ups of moss and stone obscure the way the tunnel immediately curves underneath itself, narrowing down until even Ghost can barely stay upright.
The smell of acid also grows exponentially stronger, as well, as a puddle of acid is revealed in the path, but Ghost just- dashes over it, clearly an instinctive habit, before it pauses on the other side as though in realisation, and looks back at Jedao from the other side of the puddle.
Jedao has given up on crawling in favor of floating himself through the tunnel headfirst like an eel; he slowly rotates back into a more upright pose but leaves himself near-weightless, gently drifting "down" but actually sideways over to where Ghost is back on solid land.
It's not a long walk from there, luckily, and the path remains spacious even as the acid smell remains fresh and strong, though strangely not as overpowering as one might expect; maybe it's a bug thing, maybe it's an Enclosure safety feature, but the worst is just that it's stinky.
But Ghost leads the way, still, until they get to a pier next to a crack-covered shell of a building; but the entire area is huge. It's clearly still underground but the ceiling is far away; dragonfly-like bugs with four wings coast placidly in the distance, riding the lukewarm fumes, and the silence echoes, apart from the persistent hiss of the acid bubbling beneath the pier.
It's very green, almost glowing from beneath, and there's streaks of light breaking through the ceiling from somewhere higher up - but overall, it's wonderfully peaceful.
And Ghost sits at the end of the pier, folding its legs just to watch the aluba drifting overhead.
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"Oh -"
Who's this?
Poor little guy.
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Kin... Lost... Long before...
At a glance the space seems otherwise self-contained, besides the exit back to the Enclosure, but Ghost moves towards a narrow patch of shade that quickly reveals itself to be an exit tunnel; Jedao may have to stoop a little to fit inside, and the whiffs of acid are immediately stronger from within, but Ghost clearly knows where it's going from here.
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The smell of acid also grows exponentially stronger, as well, as a puddle of acid is revealed in the path, but Ghost just- dashes over it, clearly an instinctive habit, before it pauses on the other side as though in realisation, and looks back at Jedao from the other side of the puddle.
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Re: Void Bug Adventures!!
But Ghost leads the way, still, until they get to a pier next to a crack-covered shell of a building; but the entire area is huge. It's clearly still underground but the ceiling is far away; dragonfly-like bugs with four wings coast placidly in the distance, riding the lukewarm fumes, and the silence echoes, apart from the persistent hiss of the acid bubbling beneath the pier.
It's very green, almost glowing from beneath, and there's streaks of light breaking through the ceiling from somewhere higher up - but overall, it's wonderfully peaceful.
And Ghost sits at the end of the pier, folding its legs just to watch the aluba drifting overhead.