MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
Man… Babies were adorable. Tuck remembered a time when he had thought other young Gembounds were
annoying, but he just couldn’t seem to think that anymore. Maybe it was because now
he wasn’t a baby anymore. Even her constant talking was cute. Even when she was calling him tiny, since he literally didn’t care about that at all anymore. He had proven to himself long ago that his size didn’t matter. It was what was inside — his skill with Magic, as a healer and otherwise, and his relationships with others — that mattered most.
“Yeah, I’ve always been tiny. I’ve barely grown since becoming an adult! But I don’t care about being small anymore! Besides, it has its advantages! Like being able to hide really well!” He paused.
“I don’t know if there are any others that are as small as me… I mean, I’m pretty tiny! But who knows!” Tuck’s head tilted to the side when she asked if there was anyone else nearby.
“Well…” he began, wondering if even mentioning Garmer was a good idea…
“One of my friends is nearby, but… he might scare you. He looks kind of scary, but he’s nice! He wasn’t always nice but he’s nice now! But he won’t come out unless I say it’s okay.”
Garmer’s voice could be heard in the marmoset’s head.
’You’re being ridiculous. No one we’ve met so far seems the least bit afraid of me.’
Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it won’t ever happen!
The kyte sent an annoyed mental snort, but stayed hidden against the mossy boulder, not moving an inch.
EDITING AN ENDING:
And maybe the deer had, in fact, seen or heard him, because she suddenly clammed up and refused to speak or respond to Tuck in any way. After a minute or two of the marmoset trying to get her to do anything at all, he eventually gave up with a confused shrug, and hopped away. This seemed to happen fairly often -- this thing where creatures would just go into a weird coma-like state in the middle of an interaction. It terrified Tuck because he was afraid such a thing would happen to him, but there didn't seem to be anything he could do about it... So he'd just decided to ignore it when it happened... He hurried his pace along, afraid to catch whatever disease the deer must have. The Brain Dead Disease.
Garmer followed his Bonded from above, a constant massive shadow over the tiny marmoset's back, like a hawk hunting a rabbit, except much less sinister.
[Exit Tuck]
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@Vianne