The Lord of the Fruit Flies is, as previously established, no spider queen; it can zip around in a way that the swordsman-shadows have difficulty tracking, but once they manage to corner it - especially when it stops to discourage the plants with a little dance instead of dodging the blows - it doesn't take long to render it unto so many chunks of fruit salad and its retinue into garnishes.
Webber steps over a big hunk of Leafy Meat and picks up a fistful of seeds and a rounded pink fruit that fell from the fruit fly's husk. They sniff it, and stick their tongue out as if planning to lick it before visibly changing their mind and backing off. "Smells kinda like a big raspberry, but it doesn't look like one."
One of the fruit flies seems to have been spared by the shadows; it's green with a red belly and it's more concerned with squeaking lovingly at the plants than attacking either of the survivors.
There's barely any light left in the sky, although it's not quite nightfall yet. The Constant's moon is beginning to peek over the hills in the distance.
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Date: 2023-07-01 07:09 am (UTC)Webber steps over a big hunk of Leafy Meat and picks up a fistful of seeds and a rounded pink fruit that fell from the fruit fly's husk. They sniff it, and stick their tongue out as if planning to lick it before visibly changing their mind and backing off. "Smells kinda like a big raspberry, but it doesn't look like one."
One of the fruit flies seems to have been spared by the shadows; it's green with a red belly and it's more concerned with squeaking lovingly at the plants than attacking either of the survivors.
There's barely any light left in the sky, although it's not quite nightfall yet. The Constant's moon is beginning to peek over the hills in the distance.