Licking Mothies

Shulamit

This is a very old scroll, but I've been going through my old ones to see what I actually saved

...most aren't good, but here's one of licking and being licking by some Mysraian moths.

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A maddened dreameater moth licks you.

Your eyes cross as you lick the moth, and the world seems to blur into a

brilliant, too-bright spectrum of colors. A thin trickle of blood ediies from

your nose.

Flailing slightly, you say, "Ok, no more licking mothies. It causes double

visions...wait, other then the blood, that's actually pretty cool."

A bright red rabbit hops by, trailed by an ephemeral, too-large tail filled with

coppery poppies in a silken net.

You say, "But! on to other moth...bunny!"

The rabbit glances at you and twitches its ears before dissolving into a tiny

flock of coppery moths and improbabilities.

Gaping softly as she glows a bright shade of pink, you say, "Wow, moth dust is

some strong stuff!"

The buildings blur and grin at you. One offers you a candy that dissolves into

nothing in one tile-covered, windowed hand.

You say, "Nooo, why did you dissolve candy! I'm sure moth dust candy stuff would

have tasted awesome!"

The street ripples, then burps. One of the flowerpots turns into a robed frog

that then hops off.

You have emoted: Shulamit closes her eyes breathing in deeply and quietly,

trying to not go off chasing candy handed out by houses, before cracking an eye

as she hears the burping.

From somewhere nearby, a child's voice says, "Do not go chasing clouds.

Sometimes they chase you. And then they EAT you."

Glowing a calmer shade of lighter pink, you say, "That is a good thing to

remember."

A pair of clouds chase each other about the streets, making distinct "om nom

nom" noises before they vanish into puffs of coppery nothingness.

You have emoted: Shulamit nods solemnly, writing down the knowledge in a

notebook, before waving her arms frantically at the hungry clouds, trying to

hide behind a pony.

The street ripples once more as the colors seem to dampen and reality solidifies

somewhat.

Whispering, you say to a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings, "You won't eat

me, will you?"

Overhead, the sky is blotted out with the massive, rainbow-hued wings of a

dreameater moth.

Musingly, you say, "I never did feed you meat feed heh."

A downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings sniffs you, trying to decipher just

what that smell emanating from you is.

You peer at a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings unscrupulously.

A downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings inches bashfully over to you and

nuzzles you tenderly.

You say, "Silly ponies. You like fruit, not hard crystalline sugary people."

You nod solemnly.

You pet a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings ingratiatingly.

A downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings blinks incredulously at you.

A downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings licks you.

You flit about happily.

You flail about helplessly.

You say to a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings, "Nooo, you might see weird

things now, and change to be like....orange coloured!"

You say to a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings, "Orange wouldn't suit you,

I don't think."

You ponder the situation.

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Sebitti Silkenhand glances askance.

Overhead, the sky is blotted out with the massive, rainbow-hued wings of a

dreameater moth.

Her voice a low, honeyed purr, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "Am I interrupting

something, Beloved Shulamit?"

Looking around wildly before noticing Sebitti, you say, "Nooo...I was just

licking mothies!"

You flit about happily.

Her voice a slow, rumbling drawl, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "Ah yes, Sintha used

to do that. He claimed they tasted like cinnamon and stories."

Sebitti Silkenhand glances askance.

You ponder the situation.

You say, "They tasted like tasty things shaped like themselves!"

Her voice a low, silken slur, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "And then he had to be

tied to his bed for a bit until he stopped trying to eat the houses."

You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.

You say, "One of the houses might have tried to offer me candy, but it poofed

before I could try to eat it..."

Sebitti Silkenhand peers at you unscrupulously.

You say, "Then again, I do need more glass in my diet."

You nod solemnly.

Her voice a low, silken purr, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "Perhaps you should rest,

Beloved Shulamit."

A nearby wall nods in agreement, bending low to murmur approvingly in your ear.

You say, "Awww, but I was talking to the mothies to make them all safe like! I

promise to not lick anymore of them even if they lick me...oh I agree to you too

uhm..."

Trying to not look at Sebitti as she whispers to a wall, you say, "I agree with

you also."

Sebitti Silkenhand gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

Her voice a low, purring drawl, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "I'll just leave you

to... compose yourself. Yes."

The scent of resin lessens as Sebitti Silkenhand departs to the east.

You say, "Some meditation between talking to the mothies wouldn't be silly

though, actually."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

You settle to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As you

bring your hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, you exhale, clearing

your mind.

The wall burbles softly, then begins to run with a slick coating of reddish

resins.

To a wall, you say, "I need to remember to tell Svana about the red resins."

To a wall, you say, "I think she'd like you making red resins."

You nod solemnly.

The wall agrees and adds, "I go well in a pipe."

"Oh?" you exclaim quizzically.

"A big pipe!" the wall exclaims. "Big like the SUN! Squee!"

You say, "I don't think Sebitti would think it's a good idea to smoke stuff

coming from a wall, but hmmm..."

Slumping slightly, you say, "I don't have a pipe quite that big."

You say, "However, a sun shaped pipe...well, the bowl could be shaped like a

sun..."

You ponder the situation.

"Don't you trust me, Shulamit?" the wall says, beginning to blossom with

alien-angled flowers. "Aren't we the best of friends?"

You have emoted: Shulamit nods at a wall solemnly, before looking quite

concerned.

You say, "You haven't mislead me before dear wall, I just don't have a large

enough pipe!"

Your mind blurs, your dreams and nightmares surging forth as the many-hued wings

of a maddened dreameater moth soar in from the east.

Your mind begins to mend, returning to more comfortable paradigms as the

many-hued wings of a maddened dreameater moth soar out to the north.

One of the blossoms hatches a tiny plume of indigo smoke. A fish follows,

brilliantly azure and voidcopper.

"Oooooooooh!" you say, eyes wide with wonder.

Cooing softly, you say, "Pretty fishie."

Doffing a tiny cap, the fish says, "Azrghleble."

You open your mouth but say nothing.

Your mind blurs, your dreams and nightmares surging forth as the many-hued wings

of a maddened dreameater moth soar in from the west.

To a little fish, you say, "I must not understand fishie...or is that a rare

underwater dialect that didn't teach me in bookbindery school..."

A maddened dreameater moth sniffs you, trying to decipher just what that smell

emanating from you is.

"Bleh," a maddened dreameater moth says, as she rolls her eyes in disgust.

Your mind begins to mend, returning to more comfortable paradigms as the

many-hued wings of a maddened dreameater moth soar out to the east.

"Awwwww!" you say.

Your mind blurs, your dreams and nightmares surging forth as the many-hued wings

of a maddened dreameater moth soar in from the east.

Drooping sadly as she begins to glow blue, you say, "Must smell bad to mothies

now."

"Grghgeble." the fish declaims before dissolving into a light mist of ivory.

Your mind begins to mend, returning to more comfortable paradigms as the

many-hued wings of a maddened dreameater moth soar out to the west.

You say to a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings, "Well, he was an

interesting chap. Or she."

"Now you've done it." the wall says. "Maybe you should rest."

You nod solemnly.

You say, "I will meditate."

Your mind blurs, your dreams and nightmares surging forth as the many-hued wings

of a maddened dreameater moth soar in from the west.

You nod solemnly.

You take a deep breath and allow your mind to calm, and your crystalline body

begins to shift in colour.

Your mind begins to mend, returning to more comfortable paradigms as the

many-hued wings of a maddened dreameater moth soar out to the west.

"Or," a flowerpot suggests, "Run in circles, scream and shout. Squee!"

To a flowerpot, you say, "I think that walls suggestion seems like a better

idea."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

The flowerpot hops up and down, grows six scaled feet, and runs off. You see it

hop over the edge of the cliff to the south, then hear a loud "wheeeeee!"

You say, "EEP."

You say, "Nooo flowerpot, don't don't, you'll break!"

You flail about helplessly.

You have emoted: Shulamit stands up, trying to see where the flowerpot

disappeared to.

"Don't worry," the wall says, "It didn't leaf much behind."

You heave an almighty groan.

You say, "The bestest proof to not lick mothies again, walls make terrible

puns!"

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

The wall ripples, then solidifies once more, the resin now completely vanished.

You have emoted: Shulamit closes her eyes once more, concentrating as she begins

to glow in a specific cycle of colours, meditating quietly.

Breathing slowly, you say, "I think I'll be safe to continue talking to mothies

in a smidge. Hopefully. Dzaaaa."

Alexandria

That was adorable.