hm yes wholesome :) --- Only walking around the fallen castle grounds of the Pale King’s palace, of course the young Grimmchild wouldn’t have expected to hear a gentle tune floating up from the Abyss. But he did. The tune sounded mystical and vaguely familiar, for some odd reason, so of course he went to investigate. The thin, agile bug carefully platformed down to the edge of the Abyss, careful to keep his cloak from catching on any edges or spikes and avoiding spike pits. Soon enough, he reaches the Abyss, but nearly falls in thanks to the fact that he was running at almost full speed to the edge. The Grimmchild glances around for a few moments, then notices the source of the sound: a small-ish Vessel, roughly the size of Hornet, sitting on a ledge and strumming their nail. There appeared to be a few threads of varying sizes wrapping vertically around it. A sudden clatter of rock shards on hollow masks startled both him and the Vessel, and the music abruptly stopped. The Vessel glanced at him, and they locked eye contact for a good long moment - or, well, something that seemed like eye contact, despite the Vessel’s apparent lack of (visible) eyes - before the aspiring musician resheathed their nail and bolted into the shadows. The Grimmchild grinned slightly, staring at the spot where the Vessel was playing. `Seemed nice`, he thought, before sprinting away himself as the Troupe Master’s voice echoed throughout the caverns. “Fury? Performance is soon. Hurry up.” “Coming, Father!” Fury yelled back, leaping up the platforms as quickly as he could. `I’ll be back`. --- Characters: @MicroSoftie and Team Cherry Story: @MicroSoftie PLEASE DO NOT STEAL/CLAIM THIS WRITING AS YOUR OWN.
