A figure of blueish white light is strolling around in a garden of majestic opulent. The decorations and plantations around the site are ntos of an age long past the current one, where Gods and Magic reigned supre. Though now is the ti when n and won, ard with steel and shots, dominate the world. An age where even a pen can kill just as effectively as a well-tid assassination. Such is the period the figure of light and her beloved lives in.
As the figure is halfway through her daily walk around a giant blue lake, she stops in place when she notices a strange phenonon. A vortex appears in the middle of the calm lake, disturbing a nearby wyvern when it's trying to fish. From said vortex, a silver sphere is shot out at frightening speed. The sphere then crashes into the body of a treant, knocking it wide awake as it looks down on the strange object.
The light figure chuckles, it's not every day that you see such a commotion. She lightly steps forward, watching intently as the curious treant prods the sphere. She stops it from poking its pointy appendage any further once she notices the sphere is actually a sli. One that is about to wake up due to its rude treatnts.
She crouches down with her hands holding her knees. She watches with interest as the sli gathers itself before checking its body out. Probably to see whether it has lost any bits and pieces from being shot like a cannonball. Seeing that it's fine the sli uses its tentacle appendage to pat itself on the head as if expressing its relief.
She smiles at the silver sli's cute action. With a sing-song voice that put even the greatest muse and bard to sha, she says. "You're an interesting little one, aren't you? Question is, how did you even get here?" The light figure tilts her head, only to receive one in return from the sli.
Unable to co up with a reason, the sli unfolds two tentacles and performs a shrugging motion. Its body quivers lightly as if saying sothing. To which the light figure nods. "I see, a strange vortex suddenly sucks you up when you're walking ho. Not knowing that it will carry you here. Well, for those not in the known, that's as good of a reason as any."
The sli fidgets for a bit, expressing its confusion. Chuckling once again when she sees the sli paces around, the figure decides to scoop up the sli, knowing that it's harmless. "Co, I think you can join for so evening tea ti."
A bit surprised when being lifted up, the sli almost jumps out on instinct. Yet it failed to act out on impulse when it feels itself being squished by two soft mounds. Strangely, it's very relaxing to be held like that so it stays put. Grinning to herself, the figure gives the sli a few squishes, thinking that it will make a good hugging partner, before moving to a veranda by the side of the lake. The architecture is reminiscent of ancient China style and there, a set of teaware is present on an obsidian black table. The figure sits down on a chair made of similar material as the table, then she places the sli gently on its surface, not too close to the hot tea set.
"Now then," She pours two cups of tea, the fluid is light red, one for herself and the other for her unintended guest. "I hope you enjoy it. The leaves only grow once every 284 years with a special healing effect." She places the cup in front of the sli, a bit curious how it will handle drinking from the sipper cup.
Fortunately, the sli is an expert in controlling its appendages. It morphs one portion of its body into three thin tentacles before putting two 'fingers' under and its 'thumb' on top of the cup. Like an expert, the sli brings the cup closer to its... 'nose'? Take in the soothing aroma before taking a sip. It's sure is an interesting sight for the figure, seeing the sli enjoying the drink she pours, to the point that its color now changes to sunset orange.
"Fufu, it's sure is nice to have a tea friend, for once. I was getting a bit lonely after Star departed for the frontline."
The sli asks, after placing its cup down. The figure pours another cup before saying. "It's fine, I know that she will return to soon. Now call curious, but I want to know more about you, seeing that you're already here."
The sli scratches its 'head', expressing its embarrassnt. "Bah, it's fine. There's nothing to be ashad of if you're just a normal person, after all, they're the backbone of every civilization."
The sli is stunned after hearing such a unique worldview, it soon expresses its agreent by making a thumb up. After that, it begins to retold its life and the predicant it encountered recently. The sli conveys its distraught by slumping down on the table after telling everything.
"I see, while your situation is not as bad as many, it has its own share of issues. It sucks when you knew of sothing and were powerless to stop it. Then you got caught in the crossfire and the detrint it brought were you losing your only source of inco. Now, you're stuck not knowing how to pay the bills that are required to sustain your life, ti is not on your side when the deadline is re days away."
The sli quivers in depression, only to revitalize when the figure pats its body, comforting it. "You've had it hard, little sli." If a sli could cry, for sure it would be crying right now. At long last, it has found a person that it can confide in and be comforted by her.
They continue staying silent like that for a few more minutes. The calming atmosphere of nature, the aroma of tea, and the soothing touch of the figure have successfully recovered the sli's spirit after a while. The figure asks. "So, what will you do?"
The sli makes a fists bump, conveying its fighting spirit to the figure. She chuckles. "Well then, aspiring novelist, continue to fight on with your wit, pens, and keyboard. Persist and prevail whatever life throws at you so that, at last, you can change the world with your imagination alone. I truly wish your story will change many lives, be it for better or for worse. After all, a pen can kill just as effectively as a blade. Use it to bind people to your will, little one."
The figure pats its head in encouragent. "Though I do wish to help you more. Certain rules I placed prevent from aiding you, my otherworld writer. Still, if it's sothing I can help, you need only ask ."
The slis ponder before making a clap as if it has a bright idea. She laughs when the sli expresses it for her. "You're a smart one, I give you that. Fine, I will grant thy wish." the figure turns to the readers that have been reading this supposed chapter, saying. "This author of yours is facing trouble, jobless and all that. To help them tide through the pitfalls life has prepared for them, you best show them so encouragent. They can be in the forms of a good comnt, a great review, or a heart for the story, and if you are capable, support them via financial aid through their Patreon. The link is /Heartbreak117"
She turns to the sli, speaking. "I hope that's fine with you?"
The sli claps its 'hands', it then raises its tea cup as a toast. The gesture the figure returns. "Cheers, for your adventure in life, going forward from now, little sli."
They then drink up, as if they've been best of buddies for years.
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