painting 01 ❦ [written/voice/action]
[Hello, Luceti. If you happen to glance at your journal this fine evening, you might catch a single streak of what looks like dark mud splash across the page -]
[- that sits for several long moments, before being joined by another -]
[- and then nothing at all. Shortly after that, however, the page vanishes from existence as ripping paper and a young-sounding voice echoes over the journal.]
It ain't anywhere near the same! Where the heck did my stuff go?! If that Chibi ran off with it...
[As for anyone who's passing through the southern part of the forest? If you're the observant sort, you might notice a small, inch-tall, glowing green ball lingering at the river's edge, mostly immobile but occasionally bouncing up and down.]
[It might not be the smallest New Feather Luceti's ever seen, but he's definitely up there.]
[- that sits for several long moments, before being joined by another -]
[- and then nothing at all. Shortly after that, however, the page vanishes from existence as ripping paper and a young-sounding voice echoes over the journal.]
It ain't anywhere near the same! Where the heck did my stuff go?! If that Chibi ran off with it...
[As for anyone who's passing through the southern part of the forest? If you're the observant sort, you might notice a small, inch-tall, glowing green ball lingering at the river's edge, mostly immobile but occasionally bouncing up and down.]
[It might not be the smallest New Feather Luceti's ever seen, but he's definitely up there.]