Seedling 58
*Hmm…*(Dryad)
*Hmm…*(Tree)
The figure standing just outside our Domain is surrounded by withered corpses as far as the eye can see.
*I mean, she’s gorgeous in an inhuman manner, but doesn’t she remind you of those creatures in your memories? The ones with, wings, tails, horns, and smoking hot bodies…*(Dryad)
*I can’t for the life of me remember what they were called. I do remember though that their main method of killing was draining the souls of their victims to feed the insatiable hunger they had.*(Tree)
*You can’t really hold that against someone though. Once I have a physical form that’s very similar to how I feed.*(Dryad)
*Hmm…*(Tree)
*Hmm…*(Dryad)
*What do you think?*(Tree)
*Let’s see if she can communicate. Although, I don’t think we should let the creature in her shadow in, he’s creepy.*(Dryad)
I guess I can try normal methods of communication before going exotic.
“Howa! We come in peace!” I say, using the surrounding air in my Domain to mimic speech.
Eh…why is the female creatures staring at me like I’m an idiot, I’m not!
I know that’s the ‘You’re an idiot Tree!’ stare because Dryad uses it a lot…
“Are you stupid?” the female creature states, while tilting her head to the side.
Gah!
I knew that was the same stare! They even raise their eyebrows in almost the same manner!
“No! I am not stupid.” I state firmly.
“Prove it.”
“….”
*Can I just kill her? We can always find another one.*(Tree)
*I like her! She reminds me of the older sister’s in my inherited memories!*(Dryad)
If I could cry tears, I would be doing that right now.
One is bad enough.
Two of Dryad though…
I shudder at the potential disasters.
“Are you one of these things?” I ask.
I am rather curious why she can even understand me. Wherever we are it certainly isn’t a place that would seem to contain the Celna human language.
“My name is Vex, Queen of the Souldrinkers. If you ever suggest I share anything with an Outcast I will eat you alive.” Vex says, with cold eyes.
Note to self, do not mention Vex looks like a pretty monster. Outcast. Whatever.
“Ok.”
See? I’m a brilliant master of conversation!
*Move aside and let me talk, before you get us into a war with the first decent creature around!*(Dryad)
I was doing fine.
Until that death threat.
Bah! Whatever, let’s see if you can do any better!
*Moving aside, moving aside, do your best dear!*(Tree)
Dryad uses the same magic I do to manipulate sound in the air, however when she does it the voice sounds like a smoking hot woman.
For some reason I always sound like an elderly grandfather…
Life is so damn unfair.
“Hi! Could you point us in the direction of civilization, a hot shower, and the closest place to start world domination?” Dryad says, in a bubbly cheery voice.
Vex blinks for several moments, before pointing behind her, “We could start at my Lair.”
What. The. Hell!
Dryad!
I worry sometimes about my other half…she’s sometimes much less stable than me…
