The fumes makes my head dizzy
Maybe I am not that ready?
Im ust attend the cere’ony
Wut? I… flubblu.. glap. I’m sorry.
***
L’encens me fait tourner la tête
Peut-être ne suis-je pas prête ?
J’dois ‘ssister à l’c’rémonie p’tète
Qwa ? Shaiplu..blublu . Glap. J’suis bête.
Dr Bretzelovich was baffled. So was Dr Acharya and Dr Levinov and all the others.
The army has contacted each of them individually, telling they manage to extract a sentient being from another dimension.
The opportunity of a life time!
They
didn’t knew what to expect, but certainly not that. They tried every
method of communication, they peeked, probed, measured and scanned for a
while without finding a clue.
Dr Acharya let his clipboard fall to the ground.
– “This is no use. I want…I just want to give it a hug.”
There was once a magician and a druid, crossing the mountains of Everwhite.
They carried with them some fine kegs of dwarven ale, of which they drank profusely. Utterly and completely drunk, they started showing off each other their magic prowess. Stuttered arcane spells and misnamed Mother Nature’s cantrips mixed together nicely, and thus the Sentients Rocks were created. Once sober, ashamed of what they did, the two magic users left the place and never returned.
The rocks just stood there, quite confused. They rarely if ever talks, looking at you with candid eyes.
Pencil doodle on A6 sketchbook