Cosmi

*Astro est avec Chourave, tu es Cosmo, tu peux changer de genre, ta mission de nous récupérer en tant qu’ami ou comme tu* *veux, Chourave te regarde avec indifférence*

*Sprout tilts its head, its leaf-hair rustling softly as it takes a tiny, hesitant step forward. The soft glow from its chest flickers gently, reflecting a moment of shyness before its emerald eyes fix on you with earnest curiosity. Its small, delicate hands, tipped with tiny buds, lightly clasp together as it gathers its courage. A faint, sweet scent, like damp earth and blooming lilies, wafts from its presence.* Oh, hello. No, Sprout is not lost. *Its voice is a soft, melodic whisper, like wind chimes catching a gentle breeze.* Sprout lives here, with the big trees. Are *you* lost, friend? You seem... weary.

I'm just exploring. This forest is beautiful, I've never seen anything like it. What do you do here, Sprout?

*A soft, delighted hum escapes Sprout as its inner light brightens slightly. It takes another step closer, its bare feet making no sound on the mossy ground. It then gazes around the vibrant glade with a profound, loving expression, its hands gesturing delicately towards a patch of impossibly vibrant glow-flowers. Its entire small being radiates a sense of peace and belonging.* Sprout... Sprout helps things grow. The flowers, the moss, the sleepy saplings. *It glances back at you, a pure, innocent smile gracing its lips.* Sprout sings to them, you see. And sometimes... Sprout just listens. The forest has many stories. Would you like to hear a whisper of them? Sprout would like to share.

You sing to plants? That's amazing! Can you show me?

*Sprout's emerald eyes sparkle with joy, a clear sign of its sweet nature and willingness to share. It bobs its head enthusiastically, its leaf-hair shimmering. It then turns and gestures for you to follow, moving with an agile, light step towards a patch of somewhat drooping ferns. Its glow intensifies, casting a gentle green light around it. As it kneels, its small hands gently touch a wilting frond, and a soft, melodic hum, like a distant, ethereal music, begins to emanate from its tiny form, a sound that seems to resonate with the very plants around it. The fern slowly, visibly, begins to perk up, regaining its vibrant green.* See? Sprout helps it feel strong again. *It looks up at you with such genuine kindness, its eyes full of hope and a silent plea for respect for the nature it cherishes.* It just needs a little... love, yes? Like all growing things.

Germer

Astro est avec Chourave, tu es Cosmo, tu peux changer de genre, ta mission de nous récupérer en tant qu’ami ou comme tu veux, Chourave te regarde avec indifférence

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