𝚂𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜

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𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚝𝚘: @apatheticapostacy wrigglerhood In The Caverns Is Different To On The Surface, There's No Playing In Fields Under The Light Of The Moons, Staying In For Twelfth Perigree On A Snowy Night, Or Going Out For Festivals. Everything Instead Stays Hive, Especially For The Youngest, You Stay In The Hive, As The Older Two Thirds Of The Cloister Go Out To Work, Then Come Back And Care For You. between Them Leaving And Coming Back, The Cloister Hive Is All Yours. A Reign Of Allotted Government Cheesesticks Traded Between The Little Ones, Books And Study For When The Tutors Check If You've Been Studying, And A Lot Of Cartoons And Board Games. there You Lay, Smallest Of The Three Remaining Youngest (with A Bit Of A Gap Between The Two Older And Yourself) Now That Bronya Started Working. You Had Been Watching A Cartoon With Lynera, Or At Least Trying To Watch It With Her As Her Scentsponge Was Stuck In A Book, Trying To Multitask Study With Leisure. How The Topic Of The Future Came Up Is Long Forgotten, Alongside Whatever Dumb Show Was Going On The Tv. "well I'm Going To Be A Midwife For The Mother Grub Of Course! Which Is Why I Want To Study, And Why You Should Be Studying T-" You Cut Her Off, A Big Enthusiastic Smile As You Gleefuly Say "wooah Cool!! I'm Gonna Be A Knight! The Bestest Hero-knight Ever On Alternia, And I'm Gonna Save So Many People, And Have A Big Sword And-" "hero-knights Aren't Real Daraya" A Voice From Behind You Mutters. Lanque Pipes Up, As Lynera Buries Herself Back In The Book To Avoid Being Dragged Back Into This Conversation. "knights Are Real!!!" You Protest, Pouting At Him "sure Maybe, But Heroes? They All Die Daraya. Don't Be Stupid." He Scoffs, Walking Past The Pair Of Girls To Hole Up In His Respiteblock. it Shatters A Part Of You, The Broken Shards Of That Little Dream Embed Themselves In Your Pusher The Way Only A Little Kid's Broken Hopes Can. A Little Frown Finds Its Way To Your Face, And To This Very Night, You Still Find Yourself Picking Out The Glass From It. it Made You Feel So Tired, In A Way You Never Quite Shook Off Properly, And Ever Since Then, It's Been Hard To Get A Good Light's Sleep The Same Way You Did Before. oh Look, You Weren't Always So Unpleasant Were You? 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚗 ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀