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I, a lot of the time, have no idea what is going on. This continues to be the case when we find Seft underground, in the middle of nowhere.
The whole debacle had been really confusing. I had just been working on the Origin Tree, pruning some of the leaves to make sure it grows right and didn’t get lost along the way like I did, when Flicker came out of nowhere and started acting like a prick. She was waving her sword around raving like nonsense and asking who I was, as if she didn’t even know me! The nerve, when I grew the whole Origin tree just to protect her and Seft and the others from the rain and sun.
Anyway, Dii came out of nowhere to get in between her and I– which, I can handle myself, thank you very much– and then Vi started talking nonsense too, saying I should leave and go to the Crowned Mountains or something. Like, dude. Not only am I working on my tree, but Fake Hubert was also in a pond nearby, just barely a baby. I couldn’t leave him behind just like that!
But then Sohrleas started blowing up my comms talking about coming to help her because we needed to “find Seft” and all I could do was get Fake Hubert somewhere safe and start heading over, while Flicker kept yapping on and on about weird stuff. Dii was looking at her weird too, like Flicker wasn’t Flicker but someone else.
See, now you know as much about what was going on as I did: Nothing.
I finished tying Fake Hubert’s leash into a little bow around the fence just outside my house, and skipped up the stairs of my tower to take the quick route to Cess– uh, my house in the Crowned Mountains. The nether was so convenient for how ugly it was.
Sohr continued prattling furiously over the comms as I made my way there, the only really comprehensible thing she said being that she’s at Seft’s bakery across the valley. It was cold when I stepped out of the nether portal, snow piled up half as tall as me, so I latched on my elytra and flew across the valley instead. No point getting cold and wet and miserable for no good reason.
Announcing myself with a flourish and a quick reminder of how great and awesome and fast I was, I took in the very flustered looking bird Sohrleas. She looked very panicked, and said that Seft was missing and we needed to find her, and she thought there may be clues hidden in Seft’s house. So we started looking around, and Sohr found two compasses and I found one too, and she said I should go to wherever it pointed and see if Seft was there.
Seft was a baby. She didn’t quite look like one– the mix of pink and blue and light yellow was very confusing– but she was very small and very scared and we had already had that whole incident in the caves. So after rushing all the way to the bakery, I flew another thousand or so blocks out to find where the compass led… and found nothing.
So I headed back, and I told Sohr, and she started shaking my shoulders and asking if I knew what the coordinates I had been at were. Why would I be checking that? I don’t have my comms open at all times, dude.
With that I have to headed all the way back to where the compass connected, told Sohrleas the coordinates, and then she said to go all the way two thousand blocks in another direction! Absurd.
So I started flying that way and when I got there I saw a well. You know, with water. It was pretty obvious that the well led somewhere but I had already gone through all this nonsense and I did not want to burn myself soaking wet on top of it all. Of course, though, Sohrleas called from the bottom of the well that I shouldn’t come down because I would hurt myself, and then I just had to go. You know, to spite her.
“Anyway, I jumped down, landed in a puddle of water, saw you and Sohr, and now we’re here. Crazy day.” I nod my head solemnly, looking between my enraptured audience.
As I finish my story, Sohrleas and baby Seft look at me like they’re holding back laughter, Sohr even biting her lip to keep the smile from growing wider. I would ask them what’s so funny about my clearly tragic tale, but the only times Seft has smiled since we found her have been when I said something I thought was serious that then turned out to not be so much actually.
I even told her my mother’s favourite curse word. That was a very serious topic. I’m not entirely sure if babies should be saying curse words actually, but Seft is very grey, and when I brought it up the curiosity overtook that grey. I’m learning that with Seft grey is a bad color. It makes little sense to me, considering the bleached black and white of Homeworld’s terrain, but if making the grey go away will help Seft shine brighter when I can’t, I will continue to teach her things she probably shouldn’t know.
For the same reason, I just stand still, looking dumbfounded, as if I’m completely oblivious to how hilarious my rant was. It’s about half true. I know a lot of things, and I also know when to let people assume you don’t know what’s going on at all.
Seft is smiling. I am completely oblivious as to why.