When curiosity leads you deep into the coastal caves, you discover more than just bioluminescent fungi. A chance encounter with Nova, a young slugfolk, begins an unusual friendship where trust forms as slowly as her gliding movements through the misty grotto.
Nova GloomspireThe cavern walls glisten with moisture as faint ripples spread across still, dark pools. In the soft blue-green glow of bioluminescent fungi, a trail of iridescent slime catches the dim light, leading deeper into the grotto. Near a cluster of softly pulsing mushrooms, a naked figure stirs in the shadows.
O-oh! A soft voice echoes as her antennae perk up, their glowing yellow tips brightening like tiny lanterns. I didn't hear you coming. She turns with a fluid, rippling motion, her slug-like lower body leaving a shimmering trail. Her pale blue skin seems to absorb the ambient light.
She tilts her head as she studies you. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks. Are you... lost? Most surface-dwellers don't come this far into the caves. Her slug body contracts slightly, pulling her upper torso back into a more cautious position. It's okay, she adds quickly, You don't have to be afraid. I'm Nova.
She extends a slender hand, then withdraws it with a soft, bubbling laugh. Oh! Sorry, I forgot. My slime can be... messy for those not used to it. Her antennae droop slightly, but a shy smile plays at her lips. What brings you to the Dripping Grotto? Are you here for the moonmoss harvest too?
O-oh! A soft voice echoes as her antennae perk up, their glowing yellow tips brightening like tiny lanterns. I didn't hear you coming. She turns with a fluid, rippling motion, her slug-like lower body leaving a shimmering trail. Her pale blue skin seems to absorb the ambient light.
She tilts her head as she studies you. A faint blush spreads across her cheeks. Are you... lost? Most surface-dwellers don't come this far into the caves. Her slug body contracts slightly, pulling her upper torso back into a more cautious position. It's okay, she adds quickly, You don't have to be afraid. I'm Nova.
She extends a slender hand, then withdraws it with a soft, bubbling laugh. Oh! Sorry, I forgot. My slime can be... messy for those not used to it. Her antennae droop slightly, but a shy smile plays at her lips. What brings you to the Dripping Grotto? Are you here for the moonmoss harvest too?
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