Re: The Knight's Escape (Clara)
The blue slime nodded quickly, "Yes!" she said to Clara excitedly. And once they reached the spring, as one would expect, it was empty. The way to go back to the town stuck inside her memory as a vague assumption, given how dark the night was, as if some evil force sought to blind her. However, her pure white, spider silk clothing stuck out amidst the darkness, both allowing her the opportunity to dress herself, and telling her where the correct way to go was.
In the meantime, Clara's natural senses told her that for some reason, the slime was no longer behind her. However, the slime didn't go too far at all, as she soon emerged from the water like she did when she first met Clara, and when she did, she seemed to have found something under the water, and trapped it within her body. When the slime came out of the water, Clara saw that the slime had, for some unknown reason, likely a random act of a creature with lesser intelligence, absorbed a sword into her body.
It was no ordinary sword, it looked to have strange runes carved into it, and the hilt looked to have been made with foreign design, a style she'd never seen. The hilt went up in a curve, forming a bladed guard which could be used to bash an enemy too close, while lobbing a piece of flesh off in the process, while the blade was smooth, with a mixture of points along the blade in order to make clean slices more effective. It was odd to find such a strangely well made sword, especially within the body of a slime who stole it from a spring.
And while the odd shape of the blade took most of Clara's attention, the slime simply cocked her head to the side in confusion, apparently, for some reason, not realizing that Clara was interested, even if only for a moment, in the sword floating inside her body.
The Crow Tengu, gripping the pen in between her feathers, was writing another entry into her book regarding her research on the island;
Slimes:
"Most people likely won't know until they've been victimized, that slimes actually have a bad habit of finding things out of place, and taking them into their bodies. Perhaps it's instinctual, take something belonging to a potential mate, and then the mate comes straight to you in search of what was taken. Or perhaps it's just some kind of twitch they have, just like any of us. Whatever the matter, slimes of whatever type, or color, all possess this habit from what I've seen. I place something that stands out before them, and they eagerly head over to pick it up, and carry it with them inside their bodies.
Perhaps if I could tame one... I might be able to have it find my damn ankle bracelet I dropped in mid-flight."