She doesn't seem to mind the contact... Her skin is practically ice-cold, though.
Never looking away from the sky, she simply watches the stars glitter and shift, breathing slowly to keep the noise from her body's movement down.
She's really gonna have to do some maintenance.
This is. . . Nice. Much nicer than waking up alone.
Each movement the ore makes is accompanied by a low groaning noise, her joints all creaking in response to finally moving after so long. But she mimics their position eventually, keeping her eyes tilted up to the stars.
She wouldn't mind at all.
Their company would be very appreciated, even if she can't communicate that appreciation out loud.
It's a distant, foggy memory. But one that does exist. And more importantly, a pleasant one.
Of course, that means she hardly knows what to say. . . Frankly, she's not sure whether her own voice works at the moment.
Ah. . . And that's a face she didn't expect to be the first she sees after so long.
A tarnished, weathered hand raises in a slow wave. . .
โ I mean, sorta. More accurate way to put is that we ARE the blocks. Personifications of them, I guess. We're also made out of 'em. โ
Ohh, impressive! She didn't know humans were so resilient.
Hey, they weren't THAT ridiculous. It's not like I had you going out to find gilded blackstone.
And good! The more the merrier!
Yellow came from me! I'm yellow.
Either way, did you think I wasn't gonna give you an extra key for Ace? The only reason I haven't already dragged her back here is that I don't actually know where she is.
โ Pfftโ You're gonna be fun to mess with, I can tell! โ
Leaning in and giving him a friendly nudge on the shoulder... Though with how strong she is, it may end up knocking him a little off-balance.
โ I guess it is a real pretty material. Don't let him know I said that though. โ
You're so easy, Vinnie~
But yes, you are, don't worry. Your pervy ass will be well cared for.
And don't call it shitty! The red is kinda nice, y'know?
"Gold and quartz, huh? I get why you'd want some of me, I mean, look how pretty I am~"
The blonde woman flips her hair over her shoulder now, smirking at the overconfident comment.
"What do you need with quartz, though? I mean, you can't make tools or armour with it, can ya?"
โ Steve, huh? Nice to meetcha. So what's a human like you doing in the Nether? It's a pretty dangerous place for you guys, isn't it? โ
Finally, she seems satisfied with the dust she's patted away, and starts to tame the wild mess of hair on top of her head.
