Filling her mouth with the unknown insects, Rizz observes intently at her surrounding. The cave, which seems to be triple of her heights, is sprawls with stalactites and stalagmites . Wait, what is “stalactites” and “stalagmites”? Does it mean the sharp rocks that grows at the bottom and above the cave?
Rizz cocks her head to the side, frustrated by the words that seems to come out of nowhere. She was smart enough to tell something was off about words coming out of mind like that, but her primitive knowledge has yet to be able to pick up what was wrong. After all, she was only three days old.
But despite her three days old mind, Rizz had recently showing symptoms of growth spurt. Her chest seems to be more puffer and a little bit bigger than yesterday. Her reach also seems to increase to compare to yesterday, easily touching the tip of one of those “stalagmites.” But with growth spurts, there is a whole new problem being provided. To walk and create voice, Rizz is required to familiar body which such drastic change being undertaken every day. But for those who failed to do so, starvation was waiting for them. Just think about it; a goblin body usually required the adults to provide them with food during their “development stage.”
Another strange word, Rizz scratched her chin, perplexed by the event that is taking place in her mind. And unlike the previous time where there are hints to what the words meant, the term “development” seems to “come out of the blue.” What is “came out of the blue”? Can it be eaten? What does it look like? Is there danger? Those are the questions that came out of Rizz mind as she assisted the new phrase. But unlike the first or second time, where words came and went like gale, Rizz decided to draw what she knows about the phrase down. Three or four deformed versions of the words were jotted down by a small stick she found. But then, a cry, not far from where she was, disrupted her thought.
It was her duty called, Rizz thinks as she collects grubs and insects and put them in her hand. She didn’t know why she wanted to puke on the second days when seeing these things and their disgusting body. Their seemingly endless and elongated limbs were enough to send the bile liquid coming from her mouth. But still, she survives by eating them. There weren’t many choices to survive out here. And being picky is not one of them. But for what reasons she decided to help others, Rizz didn’t know her incentives to do so, helping those that have yet to adapt to their changes. Those that die first usually are unable to feed themselves. Isn’t that the less goblins are, the more faster she is going to grow? But it seems something in her mind told her to go against the nature instinct, that “there is strength in numbers.”
With such ideas in mind, Rizz continuously makes several trips from one place to another, giving some food or some water to other goblins in the cave. Some of them also come and help her, mainly the female ones. Like Vaa over there, who is helping another goblin with to drink some water from her jaded palms. But still, there seems to be fewer than yesterday. Maybe four or five less, Rizz thinks. And where is that female one? The one with bones on her head? Glimm something? She couldn’t move, could she? And she had been staying starving herself for a few days now.
With a frantic look on her face, Rizz begins searching for Glimmway. But she didn’t need to search for long as Rizz sees Glimmway headed further down the cave, the unlit part of the cave. And without thinking twice, Rizz begins to follow her. After all, Glimmway hasn’t consume anything yet. And it is just Rizz way to care for others that urges her to follow the female goblin.
