Rolled: 30 Illo

The winter had been cold. Really cold. The coldest Kresimir thought he'd been in his entire life. They lived in the warm jungles of Jauhar, it wasn't supposed to get that cold! Of course, Momma and Daddy always made sure they had what they needed and soon both he and Sezarra were rapped up in furs and tucked inside the house where Daddy would make small fires and they would all huddle around and tell stories. As nice as all that family time was, the cold was gone and soon Jauhar seemed filled with life again. The jungles weren't as hot as they got during the summer, but actually a pleasant temperature one could run around in and not be sweating buckets. Unfortunately, it would always look like one was sweating buckets because it was constantly raining!

It was something Kresimir got annoyed with frequently. He didn't like it when it rained in the forests, the trees were slicker, he was always wet to the bones, and it was so humid. Kres did not like humidity at all, it made everything feel sticky and nasty and icky and sadly it was how Jauhar was 90% of the time. He groaned as he fell back onto the hammock that was his favorite in the favorite corner of their new house. Momma and Daddy had done such a great job and while he loved his room, he loved being in the main room too. As soon as he fell back into it, though, he instantly regretted it. The cloth stuck to his skin and clung wetly to him causing his face to scrunch up in disgust.

When he was finally de-tangled from the hammock, in a way that was very like his mother, he paced the length of one of the walls. His parents were gone hunting for the day, the rain wasn't too hard yet would provide enough cover to be good and Seze was off exploring. They weren't going off together as much lately, but they were both getting older so it was understandable. Turning on his heel to walk back, he felt something squish beneath his foot causing him to pause. Curiously, he picked up his foot to find the squished remains of a little worm-like bug. "An Illo? Don't they normally stay on the forest floor?" He frowned and scraped some of the remains off his foot before pacing down a different wall. And what did he find then? ANOTHER ILLO on the table! No no no, Mommy would not be happy to find bugs in the house. Did he accidentally bring up something that had all the bugs in them? He made a fist with his small hand and brought it down mercilessly onto the glowing worm. His face once more scrunching up at the sound it made.

If he had found two...could that mean that there were more in the house? Kres decided he better check to make sure because if Momma did come home and see all the bugs in the house, she'd go on a cleaning rampage and make him and Seze and Daddy help. "I'll just get rid of them before they all come home!" Kres said aloud to himself as he began to hunt through the house. He found another one on the floor, but in a corner that was darker and that was when he saw the little pools of light it threw off onto the floor and Kresimir sat for a moment and watched it wriggle along the floor. "Wait...worms. Maybe we could use them for fishing! I'll gather them up and then ask Daddy and then if we can't we'll just go release them! Yeah that's a better plan." The youngling, always used to having his sister around, was in a habit of speaking aloud even when he was by himself.

Kresimir ran and grabbed a bucket from the small little storage room before going back to the little Illo wriggling it's way across the floor. "Sorry little buggy, you're not going anywhere!" Kres told it as he picked the bug up and placed it into the bucket. Methodically, he went around the house and picked up the little glow bugs, some in the oddest places and some he found and he was glad he found them and not anybody else! "One...two...three...four..." How had so many of them managed to get up into their house? It was unbelievable! "Twenty-two...twenty-three..." Twenty-eight worms made the wriggling, glowing mass at the bottom of his bucket. If he hadn't killed the two, he would have had THIRTY Illo in his bucket. He put a bit of cloth over the top and tied it securely. He had left one out though, and watched the little lights it made appear on his hand. Kres walked over to the little tank on the table that housed the family's menks and threw the little Illo into the water and watched the fasted of the menks, his Momma's shiney one that Kres called Casper dart up to the surface and gobble the Illo down. Well, fishing it was then!

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