Trill splashes around in the clouds, dipping under the ‘sea’ until their head stops spinning so much. When they surface again, they’re covered in a light layer of fog and dew. They stay floating near the surface, making themself comfortable.
>SAY: Feeling any better?
Trill hums quietly. In a low singsong, they ask what Lan meant by getting them anything they want.
>SAY: Well, there’s not much around here, right? I didn’t want to create too many things before I talked to you.
Trill tilts their head to the side.
>SAY: But now I can make you anything you want! Liii-ke… this!
>CREATE: Towels, floating toys.
Trill startles, but flips over to swim towards a blown-up cryptid toy and clamber up onto it. It squeaks when they bat it on the head with a fin. They want to stay in the clouds, they say after a minute, but ask Lan for somewhere to shelter and for them to turn off the lights. It takes Lan a minute.
>SAY: Oh. Oh! The sun. I’ll.. work on a shelter, but—
>GIVE: Three-eyed sunglasses, astronomy book.
They look so cool.
>SAY: Feeling any better?
Trill hums quietly. In a low singsong, they ask what Lan meant by getting them anything they want.
>SAY: Well, there’s not much around here, right? I didn’t want to create too many things before I talked to you.
Trill tilts their head to the side.
>SAY: But now I can make you anything you want! Liii-ke… this!
>CREATE: Towels, floating toys.
Trill startles, but flips over to swim towards a blown-up cryptid toy and clamber up onto it. It squeaks when they bat it on the head with a fin. They want to stay in the clouds, they say after a minute, but ask Lan for somewhere to shelter and for them to turn off the lights. It takes Lan a minute.
>SAY: Oh. Oh! The sun. I’ll.. work on a shelter, but—
>GIVE: Three-eyed sunglasses, astronomy book.
They look so cool.