The trees and grass sway with the wind, bringing out a song not many can hear.
The calm environment brings some winds, gentle yet eager to grow. Wurt stomps along the path, petting her fish and occasionally scratching her scales. Willow looks around, imagining all the different pranks she can pull with a fire pen. Sounds of shuffling dirt and occasional bird chirps fill the silence.
With no words needed, Wurt leads the way towards the oasis, Willow following closely behind. The duo refuse to look each other in the eyes, awkwardness still thick between them.
The Merm girl safely holds the fish in her arms while walking back to Willow, not minding the water dripping from her scales. Willow watches her, fascinated and confused. Wurt, on the other hand, waddles towards the pond and jumps inside, completely disappearing.īefore very long, Wurt climbs out of the pond with a fish in her mouth. Trying to ignore how uncomfortable the exchange made her, Willow takes out her lighter and occupies her hands. Willow shrugs, finally breaking eye contact and looking at the pond. Despite being nearly half of Willow’s size, Wurt is oddly intimidating. Wurt sheepishly points at the pond, continuing to stare at Willow with her harrowing eyes. It takes an embarrassing amount of time before Willow responds. The two awkwardly glare at each other, occasionally shifting and blinking. Her empty, milky, glistening white eyes stare holes into Willow’s soul. Turning around, Willow looks at Wurt who stands ominously close to a sparsely populated frog pond. Willow looks over at where Wurt should be, noticing that she has walked well past the Merm girl. All that work is out of the question when it’s someone else’s junk.įor once, Willow might get something out of babysitting! Sure, Willow could go through the hassle of getting a fire staff, but that requires a lot of work for something that will eventually break. After all, The Constant is only big enough for one Willow.īut… Wickerbottom has a pen that can set things on fire. Taking care of small animals, that’s different, but kids? Noisy, active, small kids? The last thing Willow wants in life is a burden that echoes her own problematic actions that’s what children are, marble to an accidental sculpture. We can discuss a form of payment later, please, Wurt needs a companion on her trip to the oasis. “I know you're not predisposed to babysitting but my hands are truly full.
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