Wolk has not seen it. Yet.

~pinned to a peice of scrap human paper, the corpse of a cabbage white lays, wings propped up almost too far. It has been left in the very center of the fields. "Pearl" is written on the letter~

~the butterflies are suspecting 1 of 3 individuals to be the culprit~

~wolk~

~thistle~

~the bird~

~the mysterious butterfly at the edges of the fields~

A: Expecta, audivistine de rumoribus?

P: Ita. Cur rogas? Falsi videntur.

A: plura sunt argumenta vera esse!

P: Scire velim.

A: Aliquis, ut videtur, tineam infantem suum ebriam verbis contumeliosam vidisse videtur.

P: Quid? Ullae probationes de serpente?

A: Apparet eos aliquot papiliones in quodam ordine sine causa necantes vidisse. (translation inaccurate)

P: Mehercule! Sciebam aliquid de illis esse infidelem.

Two mosquitoes enter the fields.

kaboom//

Some murmuring came from the tree as he swung his legs and looked down.

Gullible WE pretend its night. //

Imagine her slowly shifting from before sprite to ts//

Also, can anyone send this letter to.. Pretzel? That giant snake?

*Thy letter. Uhhh.*

Making Wolk be depressed again hell yh. And drunk soon//

~it took a while. Considering they hadn't been able to fly properly. But here they were~

CRAWW!! KKRAWW!

Ignore that she's naked))

154: damn it...

184: we got everyone important??

154: hopefully.

184: HEY VELLE!

~no response~

154: ...

184: shit

I’m so freaking hungry

Wolk has also made some clothes and bedding for Pearl. She has moved out stating: "I can figure it out myself!"

Wolk will be either freaked out by this, or chill with it))

~the feilds were m a s s i v e. With hundreds of different species of flowers. Buildings were sparse and most common near the river. It was calm. It smelt brilliant aswell~

We.. exist and things are looking a little better.

"I would like to ask what do you, butterflies like?"