Feb 13 2023, 07:49 PM
Triumph and ecstasy surged through them; Ananke's fanatic joy shared by all. It emboldened the small sifaka, putting a little extra energy into their leaps as they sailed through the trees deeper into Eridanus. They had pulled away from Ananke now and could no longer feel the bolstering effects of her magic, but the divine fungus connected all their minds, and they never had to feel alone.
Their next target were the cave bats that roamed the Maw of Mosses. While the birds served Mother during the day, the bats were her eyes at nighttime. Besides, Yellow knew that they weren't all as scary as they looked. The flying pitch rats were rather shy, and treated one another well, and the worst the crawlers ever did was make a lot of noise. The pixie bats were the most harmless of all, and were quite wonderful to look at as they darted between flowers at night. Yellow would be happy to welcome them into the family.
They tried to mimic the screeches and chirps of a bat colony that had found a food source to draw them in, but what came out was a hacking cough, like a cat throwing up a hairball. Their throat was suddenly so itchy, and the poor sifaka nearly fell from their treetop perch as they bent over, coughing so hard their ribcage hurt. Whenever they tried to draw a breath in, they only coughed harder, and they desperately wondered if they were going to die from oxygen deprivation.
By the end of it, not a single bat had come to eat their fungus-laced fruit. In fact, they were pretty sure they'd scared away every bat in the vicinity.
Their next target were the cave bats that roamed the Maw of Mosses. While the birds served Mother during the day, the bats were her eyes at nighttime. Besides, Yellow knew that they weren't all as scary as they looked. The flying pitch rats were rather shy, and treated one another well, and the worst the crawlers ever did was make a lot of noise. The pixie bats were the most harmless of all, and were quite wonderful to look at as they darted between flowers at night. Yellow would be happy to welcome them into the family.
They tried to mimic the screeches and chirps of a bat colony that had found a food source to draw them in, but what came out was a hacking cough, like a cat throwing up a hairball. Their throat was suddenly so itchy, and the poor sifaka nearly fell from their treetop perch as they bent over, coughing so hard their ribcage hurt. Whenever they tried to draw a breath in, they only coughed harder, and they desperately wondered if they were going to die from oxygen deprivation.
By the end of it, not a single bat had come to eat their fungus-laced fruit. In fact, they were pretty sure they'd scared away every bat in the vicinity.
