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Instead of giving a sympathetic response, he chuckles, "adventures can be fun and hurt you at ze same time," he'd gaze back at where the beetle had come from, and where it subsequently departed, sniffing the air to see if its scent was still strong. It seems to have left for good, "i don't know vhy ze beetle vas mean. i've never seen bugs so huge bevore. maybe ze normal rules don't apply," he could guess that maybe it was feeling territorial or had babies nearby to protect, but who really knows? In a magical world, anything could be different. looking back to dos, he'd say, "don't let ze pain stop you vrom having fun. an adventure might not always go as planned, but part of ze fun is dealing vith.. un-in-ten-ded, consequences, and learning vrom zem," the longer words were articulated clearly so as not to jumble them up. german has lots of long, complicated words, yes, but that's german complicated, not english complicated. as he speaks, he'd start to separate the petals from the rest of the plant, sweeping the rest off the leaf, "if you er, grind ze leaves up into a pulp, apply it to sight of pain, it soothes. never eat, though. gives you bellyache. toxic." he wishes ceartas was here. she could explain it much more eloquently. now, with just the leaves left, he'd chew it until it was just a paste. his paw pads were caked with mud, so he instead had to awkwardly dap the top-side of his paw into the paste. then, moving so that he sat directly next to dos, he'd lift up the herb-covered and ask: "may i?" final moment to say no. |
Muddy River
A wide ravine where a shallow, gentle river flows. Years of drought and silt deposits have built this area into a fertile delta. The river remains low and dry most of the year, staining its waters brown and creating muddy shores.
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