[QUEST] PITCH SOL

[victorianflorist]

> You give the creature an incredulous look as you try to figure out how to speak, croaking out a few high-pitched squeaks with no meaning. You cough sharply and feel a deep rattle in your chest, and as if something fell into place, speaking comes easily to you after that.

"I think I can speak? Are you hearing me alright?"

> Your voice is a bit scratchy, but the creature straightens up, a delighted grin appearing woven into its face. 

"Ising the hearing of you quite well! Ising wonderful the seeing of you having speaking. Wasing quite rare, even in crossings that wasing not tumultuous." 

> The creature's arms, ending in tapered points, click together excitedly as it titters, its voice like fabric sliding against itself. 

"I'm not really sure on my name, you'll have to give me a moment. Might I have yours in the meantime?"

"Ising of you having not my name, ising mine. Ising the one who ising driving, wasing named Priority. Ising must being giving a name for a name." 

> The creature, that you now know as Priority, gives you a sideways glance. Priority is now [SUSPICOUS].

> You parse that though you asked Priority's name, you cannot take it and must figure out another. 

> You laugh off the moderately awkward exchange and try to ignore the pit forming in your stomach. 

"I'm sorry, 'coming through'? What is this, where am I, and what am I doing in your cart?" 

> Priority thinks for a moment, tapping a limb gently on what you suppose is its chin, but it keeps one eye trained on you, never closing. 

"Ising being hard to being explaining. Ising not here nor there. Wasing built long ago, with hands much greater. Ising not being an expert. 

Wasing you in the forest, wasing lying in a ditch near road. Ising bringing grain to Wormwood, and ising finding you and loading you up to be kind. Ising thinking that may being mistake." 

> You process that, Priority's odd way of speaking becoming more familiar to you. It seems that where ever you are in a general sense is different from where you were previously, you recall blackness and sandy soil, but that felt more like a dream than a place. But whatever and wherever this is, which seems to be beyond Priority's knowledge, was built by something. 
In more concrete information, Priority has claimed that it found you lying in a ditch near the road, a road which apparently leads to somewhere called Wormwood, though it appears Priority is reassessing its kindness.

> You take a moment to really look at your surroundings. The pines around you twist menacingly, giving the impression of warped humanoid forms passing through them. Their bark is pitted with insect bores, much like the cart you ride in, and they seem ancient; towering as they are and thick around as your waist squared. Looking to the ground you see barren, sandy soil with smooth stones scattered about, sections positively caked with a thick mat of pine needles. The scrub and brush you see is sparse, clustered together in the spaces where the pine needles haven't formed thick peat. They reach with the same twisting, insect-eaten appearance as their towering company. You hear no sounds except the gentle swishing of pine branches far above you. 
 

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RELATIONSHIPS

Priority - Species Unknown - It/Its
[SUSPICIOUS]