Fairspell Meadow that's where the pain comes in, like a second skeleton

the call had risen into the air and scarab was one of the last few to arrive — his delay because of the petrified sandpiper he had to hide in his newfound hidey-hole for it. admittedly, there were days where he'd missed the small cavern in the grotto which had been the perfect storing space for his once magnificent menagerie of creepy and pretty things. the petrified sandpiper was all he had left of it and ankyra sound, refusing to let go of it even when holding onto it brought a near unbearable ache to his jaw and the thought of assured death. he wouldn't part with it — couldn't! — and if holding onto it would've brought his death then so be it.

he keeps a bit of distance between him and the others — all of which, besides maegi, were virtual strangers; but he doesn't focus on that. instead, he focuses on maegi's words and the uncertainty they hold. she speaks that the woods they'd came from hadn't been safe and that it was too cold out in the meadow where they temporarily resided. surely, scarab thinks, the woods and this meadow weren't the only places they could settle. what about looking for a different territory to relocate to? scarab asks, after a moment of uncertainty. it seems to easy to him but what does he know? maybe one that offers shelter from the winds but isn't as dangerous as the woods? he feels a little awkward speaking up — because of his age, because of his status as new meat here; but so far no one else had yet to offer anything else.

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