Rose Blumen ~ Exogignesthai

577. All there is to know, 1

(Rose)Whilst Blume began to grow a forest around the area, with mostly red colours all over, I began building us a home, gathering tools and building furniture.

Stockpiling the food me or some parts of Blume could prepare as well.

Nokarlık discovered the joys of building things. Geometry. Physics!

Just piling bricks was a game she enjoyed and learned a lot from. Smashing the piles down too. I’m hearing more laughs than cries lately. I’m sure the daily hugs greatly help.

As days go by, faster and faster, the skeletal mice became accustomed to our presence. I understood they are with the colourful slug the inhabitants of this land, and that furthermore to showing intelligence, they helped us directly.

So I made sure Nokarlık understands we should respect them.

That first means no eating and no killing. And a step further is to give them gifts.

She’s still confused about these social aspects of things. She’s still so young. Far more than she looks unfortunately.

So I spare some foods and leftovers for my hosts when I cook.

And my daughter refrains from trying to grab them, although I can see she’s struggling with temptation. She’s good girl in the end.

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Nok is building another pyramid of bricks she found around the city.

Some mice now go their way around her without much concern. They understand us well, but I find them brave still.

Nokarlık easily goes on all four to follow them around like a huge predator to them.

She likes to walk like them I noticed. It’s as ridiculous looking as any adult doing as such. But I noticed the muscles in the lower part of her pelt have developed, so she’s able to lift it like a weirdly large and flat tail now. A bird tail somewhat? It’s too heavy and with little lift ability, but the shape might be described as such. A cape still is a better way to describe the overall appearance of this weird part of her body.

Between clothes and that new mobility in this kind of additional limb, she can manage to run around on all four without any concern. It’s a little unsettling, but also quite funny and cute. At least she doesn’t bark.

She does lick things now though. She inspects everything with her eyes first, fingers next, and now tongue last.

And she already had her first indigestions because of it.

Her last cry was because of how painful her tummy and bowels had become. Hopefully she understood that’s because licking swamp moulds, no matter how colourful they look, isn’t the best for your inner flora and organism.

Unfortunately... She still took a liking to licking and nibbling everything she can grab, including me.

I kiss her often, but she can’t process that yet, so she licks instead. Weird beast.

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While Nok learns and grows, I noticed more than once that the slug often was around her on me, checking on us from a reasonable distance.

Cautious or curious I’m not sure, but it’s around, along with a few mice regularly. I gift to it some biscuits that the mice come to carry away. The slug is thinking.

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Blume had a request for me. A template for her flesh and blood.

R – How much of me would you require?

B – As much as you could spare.

R – Let’s start slowly then.

Nok is a little scared when she sees me operating myself, making thin cuts here and there, to remove tiny samples of my tissues, to give them to Blume.

I’m going easy on myself, nothing very painful and I don’t cut much.

Droplets of blood. Blume will be patient.

I felt something when my blood dripped in the mouth of that flower. A lingering voice of my sister somewhere in me.

I want to try something...

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She mastered the creation of life, but her pearls are gone along with her.

Blood was easy to use she said, even if that wasn’t the essence of life by any metric.

I’ve put a few drops on a plate, and tried to use magic over it.

It moved, a little. Not much. It’s far from what I did back then. But there’s an opening there.

I think a lot. My daughter sees me thinking long times, over things hard to comprehend and experiments.

I’m not really a scientist. I never studied much of it... In the old world.

But regarding T.I... I can relate to my old hooded friend whom taught me so much.

More than being a scientist, I would say I’m very human. I’m inquisitive, and I enjoy doing field research. Figuring out things and improvements. To understand things I discover and to put them to use.

The control over one’s flesh and tissues, at a cellular level, isn’t something innate for the brain of mammals... But perhaps something we can learn now.

It’s not a big stretch from my knowledge of current biological laws.

Nokarlık on the other hand funnily is, but we’ll find out how she ticks eventually.

For now, she licks the cut on my arm, making me laugh and then pinching her cheeks, making her giggle as well.

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During the night, I saw the colourful slug stealing the blood I had experimented on.

It clung to the vial and opened its cap rather skilfully. It then stretched a kind of tendril inside and took it.

Nokarlık had awoken with me. The night light was faint, but enough for us to see it. It was like peeking at wildlife in nature while camping.

Nokarlık leaped though. The slug jolted and began to escape while I called Nok to stop.

In that instant, I stretched partially consciously my control over that part of me that shouldn’t really be a part of me anymore.

Wait.

They both heard my voice, though I spoke no word. They both listened as well, thankfully.

I don’t know if the slug had stored or eaten the droplets of blood, but it heard my thought anyway.

It was standing on a corner of the bench of my impromptu laboratory in a corner of that warehouse, while I lit a lamp.

I went to sit in front of it, Nok by my side.

The slug was uneasy, but still willing to wait.

I pricked my cut on my thumb and gave it another drop, letting it fall on the table.

I focused then on the other side, and made the glossy bead crawl toward our guest.

Nok looked fascinated by the droplet of liquid rolling along the surface by itself as if it was tilted. It is a cute trick for sure. I put another message in that little part of me, as I gave it to what is actually our host.

Despite being very different species, it’s obvious we have common ground on a few things.

Simply put...

We could be friends.

The slug took the gift approaching her and left.

Tomorrow, we’ll see what it thought of the idea.

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