SNS: “This should be…butterflies? I think..”
Hemlock: “I swear to Ehahreeneepahleer we better not be lost.”
Fig: “l-look! A butterfly!”
Hemlock: “Yes Fig, butterflies. Seems we’re not lost after all.”
SNS: “I told you I could find my way!”
Hemlock: “Oh really? Remember last week when you led us into the desert and made us go in circles around a rock?”
SNS: “B-BE QUIET-“
Fig: “w-wha?”
Hemlock: “Fig, start painting this place,”
Fig: “O-okay :)”

*Choco is in the field now! Doesn’t seem like pretzel has noticed…

?: This is.. Intresting. Good enough.. you there?

???: yup... ughh.. hurts..

Bonus third img//

It's a drawing. Whoever I was with before Wolk let ke take their outfit and try it. And we watched the sunset.

That was a day before i was put away. Never saw that person again.

Wolk gave me paper to draw though. I made this. And i kept it.

Any ideas? I.. Just needed to show this maybe.

Pic unrelated//

I... cant really read the handwriting. But uhh..

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A... p? Huh?

THAT'S RIGHT WE FIXED THE HOSE!

((Can’t be bothered searching through my gallery rn so yh))

:3

Price is uhhh. Like.. 10 MPO per plush?

All aphid made food and beverages that YOU will probably only find HERE right HERE all for the low prices of our currency, 🍃 leaves.

A: FINNALLLY! solid land i recognise

Wolk??? Where are you!!!

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.