[the sun in the distance, raging and lashing tentacles out. lick is curled up safely in the darkness inside of a coiling tendril.]
[they look at dusty.
lick: "'some light you turned out to be'?"]
[dusty's frame.
lick: "i didn't need light to guide me... i needed to see what i was missing."]
[the sun in the distance, raging and lashing tentacles out. lick is curled up safely in the darkness inside of a coiling tendril.]
[they look at dusty.
lick: "'some light you turned out to be'?"]
[dusty's frame.
lick: "i didn't need light to guide me... i needed to see what i was missing."]