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Soon the thunder spoke. The seas prophet Tilney might assume. He was a creature not of beauty but of great intrigue and clearly of magnificent importance if Father Earth had sent him. Watching closely, Tilney observed as each humble Helovian put forth their word to the creature now known them as Kisamoa - what an extraordinary sight it was. Generally the different nation were fighting, now each member seemed to be gathered in unison to help a giant sea cow. The dead land? is that what he spoke of? Tilney had heard stories of the place, or whispers more like. Again Tilney thought of father earth - if it was important to him, it must be important to all of Helovia. It was the God of the Earth who overlooked their habitat - their world would surely turn to chaos if they were to lose his favor. A grin found its way to Tilneys maw, watching each Helovian give their pledge to Kis. And then finally there was a gap, there were looks among the cautious speakers. Somewhere interrupted (it was a HUGE crowd) and some could hardly be heard, though it was evident that Kisamoa would receive all the help he needed. Waiting until the voices died, and for the crowd to disperse, Tilney stepped forwards to observe the creature. "Kisamoa..." he mouthed the word curiously, then realised that a creature of the sea would likely have an insanely keen sense of hearing. "I will help you, Kis!" Tilney soon chanted to him. "I am a doctor. I know lot's about plants from the west, the south and even the north! not so much the east though.... i've not spent much time there..." He dearly wished not to take up any of Kisamoas time, but he hoped by now most of the crowd had gone, and he daren't introduce himself. "Is it the dead land you need help with?" Tilney whispered. |
Wander or Leave
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