Aug 23 2026, 09:11 AM
With his prizes in hand (mouth), Worm chuffed. Despite losing his breakfast, he felt proud of himself. It felt good to make things, and perhaps Imp would teach him how to use them too. He'd gladly exchange his breakfast for these again.
The dyes weren't high quality by any means. Lumpy, mixed with odds and ends from his uncleaned tools, they even had a few small pieces of rock within them from said tools. Yet, it was pretty good. He'd made them, all by himself, without help. Without needing someone to help him.
And that felt pretty good, especially in a time when he was feeling most miserable about himself.
Worm skittered from the woods, back towards Cepheus. Imp was going to get the flattering of a lifetime!
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