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A mountain stands against the sky. Once, it was called Ebbott; this has been forgotten. It is still tall. This is generally known.
It's dangerous, as well. Supposedly, no one has ever returned from attempting the climb.
No one in their right mind would try to climb such a daunting peak.
"Ribbit, ribbit."
The frog appears to be saying hello, and saying that she seems to be a very kind human, and asking whether she would like some advice.
The frog appears to be saying hello, and saying that she seems to be a very kind human, and asking whether she would like some advice.
greatestgift
This is surreal but it is not the most surreal thing that has happened to her this morning.
"Yes?"
"Yes?"
"Ribbit, ribbit."
The frog appears to be saying that many monsters will seem hostile toward her, but that for the most part, they are not bad people, they are only angry, or afraid, and that such a kind human should find it within herself to show them mercy.
"Ribbit, ribbit."
He adds that engaging one's foes in a conversation is often a good way to defuse such a situation. Compliments, in particular, rarely go amiss.
The frog appears to be saying that many monsters will seem hostile toward her, but that for the most part, they are not bad people, they are only angry, or afraid, and that such a kind human should find it within herself to show them mercy.
"Ribbit, ribbit."
He adds that engaging one's foes in a conversation is often a good way to defuse such a situation. Compliments, in particular, rarely go amiss.
"Ribbit," the frog confirms, and hops away.
The candy looks lovely. It is very brightly colored.
...There may be something hiding behind the pedestal. Looks like another frog.
The candy looks lovely. It is very brightly colored.
...There may be something hiding behind the pedestal. Looks like another frog.
The frog notices her as she approaches.
Then it notices her soul.
To whatever degree she can recognize a giant frog's facial expressions, it looks conflicted, even as it exhales a cloud of glowing insects that dart towards her little ball of light.
Then it notices her soul.
To whatever degree she can recognize a giant frog's facial expressions, it looks conflicted, even as it exhales a cloud of glowing insects that dart towards her little ball of light.
This particular frog does not seem to understand what she's saying, though it gets the general drift.
"Croak," it apologizes.
"Croak," it apologizes.
"Croak," it says desperately. There's a suggestion of some greater purpose, one for which her soul must be taken.
greatestgift
"How sure are you of that?" she asks sharply. "The world is full of people who thought they needed to do something awful for the greater good, only to find the greater good better served by a different intervention. You seem like a very nice frog and I'm sure you wouldn't be doing this if you didn't think it was important, but I won't accept that there's no other solution before I've even heard what the problem is."
The frog's comprehension of her language does not seem to be this complex.
However, at "very nice frog" its eyes well up with tears, and by the time she's through it's openly weeping. Its remaining fly-bullets flicker into nothing. "Croooooak," it croaks miserably.
However, at "very nice frog" its eyes well up with tears, and by the time she's through it's openly weeping. Its remaining fly-bullets flicker into nothing. "Croooooak," it croaks miserably.
greatestgift
...Sable sort of wants to pat the frog. But its ground feels awfully - insubstantial.
She gets a candy from the pedestal and offers the candy to the frog.
She gets a candy from the pedestal and offers the candy to the frog.
The frog takes the candy, stops weeping, and butts its head against her hand affectionately.
It feels pretty substantial. But at a closer glance, it has a certain- softness, malleability. As if it was only half real, and the other half just a stratified nothingness. An admixture of material and magic.
It feels pretty substantial. But at a closer glance, it has a certain- softness, malleability. As if it was only half real, and the other half just a stratified nothingness. An admixture of material and magic.
It continues to taste entirely unlike licorice, and it continues to soothe and reinforce her ground. After a few pieces, though, diminishing returns set in. There's only so much candy can do, apparently.
greatestgift
She can pocket a little of it for later in case the relief is temporary. There's still plenty left in the bowl even so.
Indeed there is!
...it looks like the bowl wasn't very stable. It falls over, breaking with a loud crash.
The frog looks at the wreckage mournfully.
...it looks like the bowl wasn't very stable. It falls over, breaking with a loud crash.
The frog looks at the wreckage mournfully.