[TEXT] we greet

[nextnightmods]

"hello" is from GRASS FIELD SPIRIT here found small rectangle you use with make words

with HELP from BOOk B∀BƎ!! translate, gRASS rye wheat no have your word But BOOk B∀BƎ help so wheat talk to YOU

FIELD SPIRIT and the FLESH HORSE and the all others have message MOoRE than HELLO is to say:


"we thank LANTERN BEACON FRIENDS for food and giFTs

we want to HELP

On other side of Large Water LAKE is one EATER of tHIS WOrld
is close is searching you have maybe some time but little
no more chance now with BIᴚD WOm∀ᴎ all gone
once we saw EATER was found by one of you with lantern long ago, cCHILD of DARK, now gone
so it know you are near and is Very HUNGRY

we watch for you, when time comes less, we tell you. many eyes watching to help. lush green vines travel far and hunters fly fast. we watch. we tell you!.

we remember light, WE HELP YOU bring back"

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BOOk B∀BƎ sorry no bulletin please be care
many gone

Comments

[worthallthis]

They don't pay the Librarian any mind, either. They're used to the Librarian's eating problem. (Hell, we understand her eating problem. Shut up. No, you.)

Soldat collects the popcorn bowl, at least. "Thank you. All of you. You are kind to lantern-holders. Please, stay with us? For now? I will visit often. Others, too. We can work together."

[nextnightmods]

"Will not speak for all, but many will remain near. I will come and go. Spread word farther," Flesh Horse says as their tongue curls tight under their lower jaw like a butterfly's proboscis. "Postmaster can send messages if you wish to speak and cannot find me."

"We have no home until spring," Rye-Mother hums sorrowfully. "Until the fields grow again. Winter we will travel. Keep watch for the one which eats. Till and sow and we will return," they say, while stroking the masked effigy.

[worthallthis]

Flesh Horse gets another light pat. "If we survive through winter," Soldat promises Rye-Mother, "We will till and sow your field. Where can we find it?"

[nextnightmods]

"Toward the mountains, where rain catches in the hills. There were forms near... not moving, always watching. A stock pond, not far, but the only hunters chased your people now, not ducks."

Perhaps realizing this is all very vague, Rye-Mother looks aside in thought, then shakes their head. "I cannot measure in your time or your distance. You know the unmoving faces? The pond?"

[worthallthis]

The sculpture garden is near a smallish body of water, and that's heading towards the mountains, so they nod. "Yes. I think so. I will try to look before the snow comes, so we can find it after winter. If you think the World Eater will not find us by then. My friend Raining has seeds." Misty's time spent in the greenhouse surely would have yielded things to plant, by now, and they'll make sure she knows to keep as much as possible.

If the World Eater doesn't find them by then. Soldat is not forgetting that threat.