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The Blessed Woodlands

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Umbra of Chaos:
Uria

"I'm Myself," they replied, a tad mystified at the question. Who else could they be except who they were? Shouldn't it be easy to tell that he was not them, and thus Other. Easy. Simple. "And this is... a forest. It's white most of the time, and the animals are smart. I think they talk when I'm not looking."

Sure, it may not look right, but maybe it was all those other forests that looked wrong! Uria couldn't judge.

YOLF:
Lubei Sang

Lubei rumbled coldly. Who answered like that? Was this deliberate, or was he dealing with a being that did not understand things the way he did?

"I can tell that much," he said. A hand rested uneasily on the grip of his sword, clawed nails scraping against the metal pommel. "This demon king asked for how to address you, not ontology. Where did you come from? Are you god or fiend?"

Umbra of Chaos:
Uria

Addressing them... How wonderful! He wished to form more personal relations with them. This was going quite well. After all, if he did not he could have assigned a label to them instead to further communication. Although it was hard to tell if this was intentional on his part or one of the strange social instincts of humans.

Uria tilted their head back and forth a bit before pointing right at the ground. "I came from there, and I don't know what those are," they said rather cheerfully.

YOLF:
Lubei

"How-" The words strangled themselves under his tongue. How could this child not know? Was it possible it - she? - was even younger than that appearance presumed? Lubei doubted, but the lack of reaction to his words of choice clicked with guileless simplicity. Now that he was closer, and paying attention, yin-colored essence flowed out of the small body as well.

It was more like she was a sprite, which felt beyond themselves like a filament aware of the tapestry, but failed to limit that nature to earthly words. But rather than incompatible perceptions, he sensed a deeply out-of-place, sincere innocence. Something sizzled in his gut at this.

A voice that he knew like an irremovable splinter spoke from its perch on his shoulder. 'You are not king of everything.'

Shit, he had enough worries with his lands alone, why would he ever want to take more people in? Sabotaging his duty? If he could do his tasks without needing to think, he would have it much easier.

"I am Lubei Sang," he said to the spirit-like child. A flake of frost fell from his furrowed brow. "Tell me your name. And... show me what you know of these woods."

Umbra of Chaos:
Uria

"I am..." there was a moment's pause there, as if they were unsure what to call themselves. But then inspiration struck. "Uria!" They beamed at the man, and the whole clearing somehow seemed even brighter than before. Yet, the shadows they cast felt ever darker and deeper.

They pointed to one of the plants at the man's foot, a pale green flower that weeped brilliant red drops from its center. "That one makes you younger, but only a few drops. If you eat the flower you turn into a baby."

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