Words of the Constant
I'm not going to sit here and watch it grow.
Little Pew Pews.
This is why I prefer to stick to the sky.
It's a light. Nothing else.
A light from above.
A bare bones light source.
A subtle choice.
Ready to light up the town.
It's a light. Nothing else.
I can see!
A subtle choice.
A light from above.
It's a light. Nothing else.
A bare bones light source.
Ready to light up the town.
Swell. A swimming swashbuckler.
Bite sized tooth decay.
Don't mind me. Just trying not to get pecked.
There's a little flyer inside, just waiting to get out.
Why can't I ever make scrambled eggs?
It's cold. Even I don't want to come out when it's cold.
There's a little flyer inside, just waiting to get out.
It's sweating. That's just swell.
I'll just mentally organize my sock drawer while I wait.
Better get hatching, bird. We've got adventuring to do!
Looks pretty cozy for a bunch of sticks.
Is that a nest or did one of those living trees get a haircut.
Looks horrible, smells worse. But I need it.
Impromptu light source.
I like it. It says I'm willing to wear anything.
I need fuel to get the other fuel.
Not working. Is there a switch or something?
At least I don't have to do it by hand.
Black gold. Or black goop. Take your pick.
Sticky swimming.
You can barely taste the rodent.
But how do I make tea from it?
Good enough to eat. Or fire out the Pew-matic.
For chewing or pew-ing.
It's a baby tree. It'll grow.
I also know the heartbreak of losing the ability to fly.
Teenagers. Always hungry.
Really? You can't get your own food?
I think it likes gems. Can't say I blame it.
Always good to stay focused.
Great as a teleporter. Horrible as an umbrella.
If that's not an invitation to adventure, I don't know what is.
Can you hear that? It's adventure calling.
Looks like a lock. Locks always need a key.
They never make these things easy, do they?