Maybe you're not a present

[[ July 26th ]]

You tilt your head back and look up at the sky.
You flop down onto the ground.

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "It's been almost a year...."

You reach out and touch a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon.

You purse your lips, contemplating a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon thoughtfully.

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "I wonder what's going through your head in there. I wonder if you can hear me. I wonder if you're scared... people are often scared of home, before they live here. But we're not so scary..."

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "I've lived here since I was born. I grew up on our music, studying to be a noble's daughter. Now I'm studying to be a priestess..."

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "Always learning. I guess that's part of being alive, though - not just at home."

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "... I hope we make you happy. My home means everything to me - my Lady means everything to me. I... learned that you are not my cousin's lover - I'm not sure why he asked Kreon about her wife, then - but you already have at least one friend here."

You frown and say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, ".... I wonder what he did. Maybe you're not a present."

You caress a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon gently.

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "But I promised. I promised my Lady, and I promised my cousin, I will look after you while you're Her guest. And that isn't going to change, even if... I was wrong about why you're here. I hope we make you happy. My home makes me so, so happy."

You crease your brow in a frown.

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "I... am glad that I calm you. And I hope the moment of your waking is cause for celebration: I hope you agree."

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "My cousin tells me you are a thief, or... were a thief. They are very worried about you. I hope we don't scare you, even if you wake up different. Different isn't bad, after all. Everything eventually changes, people need to grow after all. But sometimes it's scary when it happens while you're asleep. That's also why I'm staying: the world changed out from under me a few too many times."

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "I want to be here to welcome you home, and to put you at ease, and to sing you music that I grew up learning."

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "Because this is going to be different, and... I think maybe you will be scared even if I tell you all about how wonderful it is to live here. People always see the thorns, but you have to look at the flowers. Nothing's as beautiful as the Glomdoring, I promise: and the people that live here look after our own."

You carress a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon gently.

You say to a vaguely humanoid-shaped cocoon, "I guess, the big takeaway is... It's going to be okay. Whatever that means."