text | un: moonmochi

[hopticulture]

It's strange. There was a lot I wanted to do before I turned twenty.

It doesn't feel wrong to have been brought here, but I wish I wasn't by myself. I remember wanting to spend today with people I cared about, but that's not possible anymore.

[someone is very clearly brooding & feeling the effects of Cloverfield.]

People tend to roll their eyes whenever a girl talks about her feelings in a vague way for everyone to read, but if I didn't say anything about today, I'd probably feel much worse.

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[unsheathedfromreality]

It is possible we do not; from what I have heard, elves are not so common on other worlds, but humans seem to be everywhere. [This is both amusing and obnoxious by turns.] So, perhaps, you are very lucky that you animals do not have to deal with them, back home.

As for us, mm. I am not a--historian? No, what is the word for this, when you go deeper than that. Archaeologist, I suppose; someone who studies beginnings. But, I am not one of these, so I know only it must be hundreds of thousands of years. Or longer; the oldest elf I know, [might he drown in hell's stinking river,] had lived tens of thousands of years himself and was born an elf to start.

[He has this hazy impression that the numbers may not work out on them being birds "recently" if there are elves that old, but damned if he can put that together. Math is not his strong suite.]

Ah! But your world is not only rabbits, I take it. What other animals are there? [She wasn't entirely wrong about shrikes being a breed; most other elves certainly thought of them that way. Like a monstrous subspecies the rest could safely ignore.]

No, it will not happen as you planned, will it? That severing from your life is difficult, even if you are not dead. Have you taken time to grieve?

[Or was this, in fact, that.]