ORIGIN

Bayo gallomped into Gemini as a canine on a mission. Despite being fully grown by now his distinct floppy puppy ear was still apparent and it seemed it would stay until he died. Which was good because the goofball absolutely deserved it.

Skidding to a halt he stared at the big rift, his tongue lolling out of his mouth, eyeing the tracks of many gembound who had come to look at the rift before leaving again. Curiously, he followed them, making his way forward with his tail wagging before coming to a halt in front of it.

”Hellooo!”, he called into it, wondering if there was someone else on the other side, ”Is anyone there? HELLO!!!”

He planted his butt down, his back feet splayed out as he cocked his head, ears flopping to one side. Waiting.

Somewhere, elsewhere, a spare pouch was lobbed with irritation. It was taking up space. She never used it anyway. She had others-! And the seeds, she had plenty of those. The worn, green-dyed leather, its stitching already having withstood a decade or more of use, was tossed into the rift-

-to tumble directly into Bayo's face.

The pouch was tightly closed, a drawstring top with another flap drawn down over that to protect it from rain and elements. This, in turn, was buttoned down to the pouch itself, but should the hybrid manage to get it open (by whatever means), he would find an interesting collection of small medicinal herbs--and their seeds--within.

None of it was a miraculous cure, but the plants weren't familiar to the caves, either: small weeds that might help ease the pain of a headache, or another that would soothe the stomach or induce sleep, and so on. Being native to another place, they might not grow so well without help--but the hybrid might, or might not, find that out for himself.

@Bayo

Bayo let out a yelp as the bag slammed into his face, jumping backwards to rub his nose. What was with everything hitting or slamming into it?? What had his nose ever done to deserve such abuse?

He turned to face the pouch, blinking stupidly as he stared at it cluelessly. First he poked it, then he sniffed it, then he picked it up and made off down the cave to try and check it out somewhere a bit more safe, hopefully away from prying eyes.

He opened up the bag and peered into it, snuffling at the contents and sneezing away from it, thankfully not getting seeds everywhere. He squinted and cocked his head, confused. Seeds? And a bag? Weird.

He grabbed the bag again and trotted off with it, off to go find someone to give these to. He'd keep the bag, though. That looked cool.

Exit

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