[The picture's upside-down at first, and in extreme closeup, showing just one eye. Then it rights itself and pulls back, to reveal a very small Andalite
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[That is such a strange idea, Ax is baffled into speechlessness for a moment. He has heard of humans, of course, but he has not interacted with them, and he is too young to morph.]
[Ax feels this is the grown-up thing to say, even though he secretly still believes in the stories his parents have told him, about other worlds and beings that can play with space and time.]
< But if you can tell me where delicious grass is, I might decide to believe you. >
So you got tiny too.
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< How do you know my name? >
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[Still pouting, but only for a moment. He's too curious to keep it up.]
< What am I like? >
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You're a smart kid and a good warrior.
[covering the important bits there]
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[This definitely counts as important, and Ax beams in that way Andalites do, with their eyes.]
< But how did I get here? >
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I have no idea how you got here. Maybe a spell.
[such a cute fuzzy kiddo...]
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[That is such a strange idea, Ax is baffled into speechlessness for a moment. He has heard of humans, of course, but he has not interacted with them, and he is too young to morph.]
< Are you a human? >
[The question of spells can wait.]
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< I'm not a baby! >
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What are you, if not all human? >
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And I know where the most delicious grass is.
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[Ax feels this is the grown-up thing to say, even though he secretly still believes in the stories his parents have told him, about other worlds and beings that can play with space and time.]
< But if you can tell me where delicious grass is, I might decide to believe you. >
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If you leave the park and head towards that huge imposing archway door thing? There's delicious grass all around it.
[has indeed transformed the splotchy grass around it into a field of wildflowers and sweet grasses]
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[Ax is grinning with his eyes as he canters toward the gate.
No one has ever told him not to take sweet grass from strangers, and it has not occurred to him that humans, or human-like beings, do not eat grass.]
< Magic is for stories for little kids. >
[But there is a part of him that would still like to believe, and would do so, if confronted with the smallest amount of proof.]
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