Note - I do not suggest one licks moths. This can lead to high blood pressure, vomitting, and death.

A maddened dreameater moth licks you.

Your eyes cross as you lick the moth, and the world seems to blur into a
brilliant, too-bright spectrum of colors. A thin trickle of blood ediies from
your nose.

Flailing slightly, you say, "Ok, no more licking mothies. It causes double
visions...wait, other then the blood, that's actually pretty cool."

A bright red rabbit hops by, trailed by an ephemeral, too-large tail filled with
coppery poppies in a silken net.

You say, "But! on to other moth...bunny!"

The rabbit glances at you and twitches its ears before dissolving into a tiny
flock of coppery moths and improbabilities.

Gaping softly as she glows a bright shade of pink, you say, "Wow, moth dust is
some strong stuff!"

The buildings blur and grin at you. One offers you a candy that dissolves into
nothing in one tile-covered, windowed hand.

You say, "Nooo, why did you dissolve candy! I'm sure moth dust candy stuff would
have tasted awesome!"

The street ripples, then burps. One of the flowerpots turns into a robed frog
that then hops off.

You have emoted: Shulamit closes her eyes breathing in deeply and quietly,
trying to not go off chasing candy handed out by houses, before cracking an eye
as she hears the burping.

From somewhere nearby, a child's voice says, "Do not go chasing clouds.
Sometimes they chase you. And then they EAT you."

Glowing a calmer shade of lighter pink, you say, "That is a good thing to
remember."

A pair of clouds chase each other about the streets, making distinct "om nom
nom" noises before they vanish into puffs of coppery nothingness.

You have emoted: Shulamit nods solemnly, writing down the knowledge in a
notebook, before waving her arms frantically at the hungry clouds, trying to
hide behind a pony.

The street ripples once more as the colors seem to dampen and reality solidifies
somewhat.


Whispering, you say to a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings, "You won't eat
me, will you?"

Overhead, the sky is blotted out with the massive, rainbow-hued wings of a
dreameater moth.

Musingly, you say, "I never did feed you meat feed heh."

A downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings sniffs you, trying to decipher just
what that smell emanating from you is.

You peer at a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings unscrupulously.
A downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings inches bashfully over to you and
nuzzles you tenderly.

You say, "Silly ponies. You like fruit, not hard crystalline sugary people."

You nod solemnly.

You pet a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings ingratiatingly.
A downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings blinks incredulously at you.

A downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings licks you.

You flit about happily.

You flail about helplessly.

You say to a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings, "Nooo, you might see weird
things now, and change to be like....orange coloured!"

You say to a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings, "Orange wouldn't suit you,
I don't think."

You ponder the situation.

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

Sebitti Silkenhand glances askance.

Overhead, the sky is blotted out with the massive, rainbow-hued wings of a
dreameater moth.

Her voice a low, honeyed purr, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "Am I interrupting
something, Beloved Shulamit?"

Looking around wildly before noticing Sebitti, you say, "Nooo...I was just
licking mothies!"

You flit about happily.

Her voice a slow, rumbling drawl, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "Ah yes, Sintha used
to do that. He claimed they tasted like cinnamon and stories."

Sebitti Silkenhand glances askance.

You ponder the situation.

You say, "They tasted like tasty things shaped like themselves!"

Her voice a low, silken slur, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "And then he had to be
tied to his bed for a bit until he stopped trying to eat the houses."

You shift your eyes suspiciously from side to side.

You say, "One of the houses might have tried to offer me candy, but it poofed
before I could try to eat it..."

Sebitti Silkenhand peers at you unscrupulously.

You say, "Then again, I do need more glass in my diet."

You nod solemnly.

Her voice a low, silken purr, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "Perhaps you should rest,
Beloved Shulamit."

A nearby wall nods in agreement, bending low to murmur approvingly in your ear.

You say, "Awww, but I was talking to the mothies to make them all safe like! I
promise to not lick anymore of them even if they lick me...oh I agree to you too
uhm..."

Trying to not look at Sebitti as she whispers to a wall, you say, "I agree with
you also."

Sebitti Silkenhand gives you the once-over, eyeing you suspiciously.

Her voice a low, purring drawl, Sebitti Silkenhand says, "I'll just leave you
to... compose yourself. Yes."

The scent of resin lessens as Sebitti Silkenhand departs to the east.

You say, "Some meditation between talking to the mothies wouldn't be silly
though, actually."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

You settle to the ground in a cross-legged position, inhaling deeply. As you
bring your hands up to rest open-palmed at either side, you exhale, clearing
your mind.

The wall burbles softly, then begins to run with a slick coating of reddish
resins.

To a wall, you say, "I need to remember to tell Svana about the red resins."

To a wall, you say, "I think she'd like you making red resins."

You nod solemnly.
The wall agrees and adds, "I go well in a pipe."

"Oh?" you exclaim quizzically.

"A big pipe!" the wall exclaims. "Big like the SUN! Squee!"

You say, "I don't think Sebitti would think it's a good idea to smoke stuff
coming from a wall, but hmmm..."

Slumping slightly, you say, "I don't have a pipe quite that big."

You say, "However, a sun shaped pipe...well, the bowl could be shaped like a
sun..."

You ponder the situation.

"Don't you trust me, Shulamit?" the wall says, beginning to blossom with
alien-angled flowers. "Aren't we the best of friends?"

You have emoted: Shulamit nods at a wall solemnly, before looking quite
concerned.

You say, "You haven't mislead me before dear wall, I just don't have a large
enough pipe!"

Your mind blurs, your dreams and nightmares surging forth as the many-hued wings
of a maddened dreameater moth soar in from the east.

Your mind begins to mend, returning to more comfortable paradigms as the
many-hued wings of a maddened dreameater moth soar out to the north.

One of the blossoms hatches a tiny plume of indigo smoke. A fish follows,
brilliantly azure and voidcopper.

"Oooooooooh!" you say, eyes wide with wonder.

Cooing softly, you say, "Pretty fishie."

Doffing a tiny cap, the fish says, "Azrghleble."
You open your mouth but say nothing.

Your mind blurs, your dreams and nightmares surging forth as the many-hued wings
of a maddened dreameater moth soar in from the west.

To a little fish, you say, "I must not understand fishie...or is that a rare
underwater dialect that didn't teach me in bookbindery school..."

A maddened dreameater moth sniffs you, trying to decipher just what that smell
emanating from you is.

"Bleh," a maddened dreameater moth says, as she rolls her eyes in disgust.

Your mind begins to mend, returning to more comfortable paradigms as the
many-hued wings of a maddened dreameater moth soar out to the east.

"Awwwww!" you say.

Your mind blurs, your dreams and nightmares surging forth as the many-hued wings
of a maddened dreameater moth soar in from the east.

Drooping sadly as she begins to glow blue, you say, "Must smell bad to mothies
now."

"Grghgeble." the fish declaims before dissolving into a light mist of ivory.

Your mind begins to mend, returning to more comfortable paradigms as the
many-hued wings of a maddened dreameater moth soar out to the west.

You say to a downy grey, sleek pony with grey wings, "Well, he was an
interesting chap. Or she."

"Now you've done it." the wall says. "Maybe you should rest."

You nod solemnly.

You say, "I will meditate."

Your mind blurs, your dreams and nightmares surging forth as the many-hued wings
of a maddened dreameater moth soar in from the west.

You nod solemnly.

You take a deep breath and allow your mind to calm, and your crystalline body
begins to shift in colour.

Your mind begins to mend, returning to more comfortable paradigms as the
many-hued wings of a maddened dreameater moth soar out to the west.

"Or," a flowerpot suggests, "Run in circles, scream and shout. Squee!"

To a flowerpot, you say, "I think that walls suggestion seems like a better
idea."

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

The flowerpot hops up and down, grows six scaled feet, and runs off. You see it
hop over the edge of the cliff to the south, then hear a loud "wheeeeee!"

You say, "EEP."

You say, "Nooo flowerpot, don't don't, you'll break!"

You flail about helplessly.

You have emoted: Shulamit stands up, trying to see where the flowerpot
disappeared to.

"Don't worry," the wall says, "It didn't leaf much behind."

You heave an almighty groan.

You say, "The bestest proof to not lick mothies again, walls make terrible
puns!"

You nod your head gravely in acknowledgement of the point.

The wall ripples, then solidifies once more, the resin now completely vanished.
You have emoted: Shulamit closes her eyes once more, concentrating as she begins
to glow in a specific cycle of colours, meditating quietly.

Breathing slowly, you say, "I think I'll be safe to continue talking to mothies
in a smidge. Hopefully. Dzaaaa."

Note - No moths were harmed during this episode. There might be tiles missing from the houses in the city though. Mmmm glass.

Riiiiiiight... o.o

This... is your brain on moth. Just say no.

Briefly, you glimpse a fleeing flowerpot scurrying around the far side of the
Flame. There's a momentary pause after it vanishes, and then a distinct
"WHEEEEEEE!"
Moth dust apparently can kick in awhile afterwards also, heh. At least I know the flowerpot is safe! ^_^

You lick a gigantic maggot.
With a sickening series of rips, the mucous-covered front of a gigantic maggot twists and contorts into a distorted mockery of your features.

^ Licking maggots, not nearly as entertaining :(

I'm surprised it didn't just poison you to death for daring to lick it, heh.

Stay in school kids, of you too will end up chasing the moth.

Forever.

"Shulamit, are you licking moths again?"

"I'm not NOT licking moths!"