Interacting with [@SleepingSilence]

The Spore that Speaks was so busy admiring the view that it did not notice the tiny lesser demon approach. How long had it been since a scene like this unfolded before it. Though it may seem like a large mushroom forest to some it was simply an attempt to return things to how they were. The Everdark was a colorful once, the floors and walls which Spore roamed were littered with all types of fauna. Then the invaders came, bringing with them torches and bombs. Everything that Spore had created, its life’s work, gone in a bright orange flash. Luckily it was familiar with all the nooks and crannies of the Everdark otherwise it too would have been charred and turned to dust.

It was brought back to reality by a familiar voice. Spore normally flinches and immediately releases paralyzing dust the moment it gets startled but it had gotten used to such surprises from this particular fellow. The first few times where, not so pleasant to say the least. Mainly for the lesser demon. Getting paralyzed wasn’t such a big deal, it was the fact that Spore was quite sluggish so the continuous release of paralyzing dust as it shuffled away may cause the one affected to be incapacitated for nearly an hour or two.

 It slowly turned around to face its visitor. Shaking the large cap on its head, a fine silvery dust began to spread. [color=ec008c]“Hello…Dylirius…”[/color] It said, communicating slowly through the thousands of minuscule spores that it spread. A chorus of sounds all coming together to form a single, baritone voice. [color=ec008c]“Thank…you…”[/color] It reached down on the barren spot where the lesser demon buried a pawful of stalks. Curling its fingers, the arm slowly rose up and a larger number of mushrooms sprouted.

A loud growl echoed through the halls where Dylirius had come from causing Spore to jump in shock. [color=ec008c]“What… was… that…?”[/color] It asked its furry friend. Its small, pinlike pupils trembling in fear. It suddenly moved and grabbed a handful of yellow, string shaped mushrooms and handed it to the lesser demon. They were called Sun Wisps, because of the color and the shape of it looked like the radiating flames of the sun. A natural antidote to the paralyzing dust that Spore releases. [color=ec008c]“I’ll… go… hide… Give me… signal…”[/color] It said before closing its eyes and leaning against a wall, now perfectly camouflaged with the rest of the room.