|O, our poor poor sacrificial godbuns in our miserable season

We gave our people a land full of mystery, a land full of mystique,

And yet, they don't appreciate it one bit.

We gave them ruins, gave them places to explore,

Yet almost none of them take a moment to do so

We hear our people ask, why? What for?

They walk away, pretend they saw nothing.

Walk away, look away, act like it's worthless.

We gave them a rich world, 

And yet, they all choose to ignore.

Don't you see?

O, our poor, poor, sacrificial godbuns

What's a deity to do

When history is getting more meaningless

Close to daily?

They ignore, ignore, ignore,

Unless it comes from our mouths directly.

Our job is to guide,

Not to teach.

We try to lead them to the answers,

And yet, they all refuse to seek.

We only have but a limited amount of time,

But, they keep on asking,

Please, godbuns above us, tell us all you know, please!

Don't you see?

The mortals never halt their constant parade. 

When will these fools ever try to learn something on their own? 

O, our poor, poor, godbuns of constant teaching,

What will it take for our people

To learn something themselves?

We gave them schools, 

Yet, on the yearly, fewer attend. 

We only have so much we can teach

Our knowledge has its limits

We know what we know

But do not know what is not known.

We can only do so much,

Yet it's never enough.

Don't you see?

We do not have 

The limitless knowledge as our people seem to think!

O, our poor, poor godbuns of constant writing and boiling agony,

What can be done to change this constant cycle of over reliance?

We may have the ability to teach,

But the pool should have a limit

It has since been overreached!

And, yet, they keep on begging for more.

Why, o, why is this so?

We are at a loss on where to go.

In this season of suffocating,

Change needs to happen already!|

 Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo.

Something hitting the window, the bun lifted himself up from the guest bed. What was that just now? Hopping towards the window, a strange sight caught the young adult's attention. Little stars burning away in the sky, the vampa rubbed his eyes. How strange, it's already morning, why can he still see the nighttime sky? Maybe he's still dreaming. Yawn, best to go back to bed, goodnight.

Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo.

Sound only getting louder, the farmer groaned. Can't a LopVampa get some sleep around here? No? Of course not, why act like that's an option here? Curling back underneath the covers, another yawn released itself out into the open. Goodnight, don't wake him until the eighth hour, zzz. But, the racket only continued.

Shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, shoo, kaboomaloo.

Stars hitting the window, the bun tried with all his might to hold in a scream. What was that just now? Star shaped fairy sticking out their tiny tongue as they looked his way, the vampa shook his fist. Who did this little thing think they were? Come over here, they're going to get it! Turning back underneath the covers, he closed his eyes. Forget it. It's best he doesn't cause trouble in another bun's home.

Kaboomaloo, kablamo, bam, baroom.

Sky lighting up, the bun almost fell out of the guest bed. Just what is going on out there? Did some ship from space decide it's time to land? Kablamoo, kablamo, bam, gifts from above only increasing, a scream let itself loose out into the open. Feet hopping in, words had soon come the bun's way at full speed.

"What's goin' on? Is somethin' troublin' you?" Malati asked.

Pointing a the window, the vampa swore he could see another star fairy give him the stink eye. These little fiends, why he oughta! No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. Reaching for the Talkmaster B, the farmer turned the knobs with all his might. Tiny star drawn, the bun shook the device. No, that's not big enough. Scribbling it down again, a tiny dizzy face had been added into the corner. Robotic voice screeching out, he swore some of the words were muffled.

[Sorry, I didn't mean to scream, it's just there's stars raining down from the sky!] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers shouted.

"Ah, I'm surprised ya caught that. Most foreigners pretend they see nuttin." Malati said, arms by her sides. "Don't fret 'bout that. It's just our mornin' star fairy rain. They're kinda explosive as ya can see. Dunno, maybe they saw a light in the ruins or somethin'?"

Eyes soon glued to the window, the bun turned his attention towards the ruins in the distance. Area up ahead quite dim looking at a glance, the bun rose an eyebrow. How strange. Was it just him, or was there a thick layer of smog over the northern direction? Should he ask about that? Maybe he should.

[Forgive me for asking this, but what's going on north of here?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speaker.

"Oh, yer askin' bout the village north of here?" Malati asked. "I dunno much 'bout Sagitago. Maybe after ya find all our lost relics, you should go there an' see what's going on. But, I must warn ya, if ya do, ya might end up in a loada trouble."

Smoke billowing in the corner of his eye, the bun wondered. What could possibly be happening over in Sagitago? Maybe he should go there later and find out? No, no, he doesn't have time for that right now. Didn't Kali agree to help him find some of Oriza's lost relics today? It would be quite rude of him to stand her up.

[I guess I'll head there next if I get the chance.] A crackling voice through the Talkmaster B's speakers said.

"Aight, but if ya really wanna head there, ya might want t' prepare for a fight at any time," Malati responded in a serious tone. "I've heard a ton of rumors 'bout the buns ain't too friendly with outsiders." She then hopped back towards the door. "But, I'll leave it at that. Reckon you'll just have to see that for yourself. I'm gonna make some breakfast. Ya want anythin' in particular?"

Shaking his head, the bun kept his attention on the smoke billowing everywhere. What is going on in Sagitago? Did the native buns get into squabbles often? Maybe he should ask them to help him train him for the Mystic Carrot Bowl. But, he shook his head. No, no, now's hardly the time to be thinking about that right now! There's still plenty of time before that starts up.

Stretching for a moment, the memories from the night prior flooded back in. The spirits of those buns that once were, they had gotten divine names that did not speak to them either. Just how many buns out there had that happen to them? Did they try to get a redo as well? Maybe they had, maybe they hadn't. Should he look into it?

Shrugging, the bun threw such thought aside. Where could he even hope to gather that information? It's not like he could contact those buns that once were? Oh, well, it was time to put that aside for now. Right, he had a job to do today. How many relics did he have to left to find? He didn't know, he didn't have the foggiest of an idea.

Whiffing up a sour scent, the bun plugged his nose. Ugh, is that lemon? No, no, Siorc, happy thoughts, happy thoughts. He's a guest here, he can't be picky, after all. What kind of bun would he be if complained about such things? It's fine, he can pretend it's a beefy cabbage bowl. There's no citrus here! Malati hopping by once more, a strange look painted her face.

"Sorry, I gotta run to the store real quick an' pick up some star oil, breakfast might run a little late," Malati said. "Why don't ya freshen up first while I'm away?"

Nodding, the farmer let out a sigh. Star oil? This bun sure enjoyed making her lips pucker. Heading off to the restroom, the bun locked eyes with the window as the suds were ready to burn his eyes. Boom, boom, kaboom, woah, did he just hear what he thought he heard? No, no, it's just those silly star fairies causing trouble, nothing to see here!

Unhappy Bunny shirt looking straight at him, the bun grit his teeth. He's going to win that Mystic Carrot Bowl and kiss this mistake goodbye! Puling his hair into two heart shaped buns, he pumped his fists together. Today is a perfect day to find lost relics. Maybe he'll find one that can bring him back to the day of his naming ceremony, too. Yes, perfect, that has to be possible!

Smiling angel hairpins and earrings clicked into place, the vampa sighed. Maybe he should have brought more with him, Too late for that now, though. Hopping towards the kitchen, the farmer almost did a double take at what waited for him at the table. Is that lemon cabbage stew? Ick. No, no, Siorc, it's meaty cabbage stew! Delicious.

"Ya came right on time," Malati said, placing tea on the table. "Hope ya don't mind havin' some tea. I ain't got a lotta food an' drinks on me at th' moment."

[It's alright, thank you for making breakfast. Do you want me to help you with shopping later?] A crackling voice asked through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Ya ain't need t' go to alla that trouble," Malati said, shaking her head. "Ain't Kali gonna be helpin' ya find the rest of the lost relics today?"

[She said she'd help me around the twelfth hour. That's not for quite awhile.] A crackling voice said through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"Actually, it be close to the twelfth hour already," Malati said. "My clocks ain't workin like they used to."

Clocks brought to his attention, the bun's eyes opened wide. Wait, what time was it? No way, how was it already close to the twelfth hour? The day work bells, shouldn't they have rung now? Oh, no! Did he miss it? This is bad! No, wait, actually, this is perfect. Dear godbuns above, he's super tardy right now! Please, fire him!

[Wait, did you say it's almost the twelfth hour? Oh, no! We're late for the day shift!] A crackling voice shouted through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"You ain't gotta worry 'bout nonna that. Here in Oriza ain't no one care when we show up, we just gotta at some point," Malati responded, shaking her head. "And, 'sides, ya 'greed to let Kali lend ya a hand, so you're on her time, ya ain't on yours."

Nibbling on the lemon dish in front of him, the vampa stared off into space. The rules sure were different around here. Back at home, if Strix missed the tenth hour bell, he'd be a wreck for days on end for it. Maybe he should move here someday. No, no, what a silly thought. Seeboro is the only place he's meant to be!

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

"Bet it's probably Izzet again, I'll get it," Malati said. Hop, hop, hop. "Huh? Iomra, what's goin' on? Do we gotta situation in the ruins 'gain?"

"No, there's something even worse going on!" Iomra cried, hands waving in the air. "Did you hear the rumors floating around today?"

"I ain't following." A headshake.

"You mean you haven't heard?!" Iomra cried. "Rumor has it, Sagitago's about to do something real bad! Like, smoke for days real bad!"

"Oh, that's what you're all on about?" Malati asked. "What be happenin' in Sagitago ain't no business of ours."

"That's all you have to say?!" Iomra cried. "It so is our business! What if they're planning to, you know?!" He made a boom sound as he said such.

"I ain't know nothin' 'bout nonna that. An' I suggest ya keep your nose outta Sagitago's business." A headshake.

"Ugh, fine, be that way! I'll see you in the ruins!" Hop, hop, hop.

Slam.

Citrus ready to take his throat away, the bun took a deep breath. What was that all about just now? What's going on in Sagitago? Maybe he should ask Iomra about it. Nah, it's not his business. It's best to just go there and find out himself. Washing his plate, another racket soon took the stage.

Bam, bam, bam, bam, woosharoo.

Knock, knock, knock, knock.

"Looks like Izzet's here now," Malati said, hopping back towards the door. Click. "What is it, Izzet? It this 'bout the rumors, what be goin' on in Sagitago ain't nonna our business."

"Who said anything about Sagitago? I didn't! Well, alright, this is about Sagitago, actually," Izzet said, sighing. "Look at what I found on my doorstep!"

Turning towards the door, the vampa almost fell out of his chair. Bright red collection of sticks held together by rope, the bun's ears twitched. Wait a second, those are? Click. Oh, no, did he hear what he thought he just heard? Dashing towards the entrance way, a smoky scent soon filled the room.

[Izzet, hurry, it's going to blow!] A racing voice cried through the Talkmaster B's speakers.

"You don't think I know that, genius?!" Izzet cried. "Listen, Malati, we need to see what's going on over there, before they--." They then paused for a moment. "Hold on a second!" Flapping upward, they let out a battle cry. "Whatchamacallit?!" Ssss, chhhk. "There, that should do it. Now, where was I? Malati, listen, we gotta go to Sagitago before their mess keeps piling up over on our side!"

"How many times I gotta tell ya what be happenin' over there ain't our business?" Malati asked, sighing. "I told Iomra th' same thing. An' I'd 'ppreciate it ya both just dropped it."

"You're always saying that, and look what's going on! Have you seen the sky today?!" Izzet shook their fists.

Turning his attention towards the window once again, the bun's jaw dropped. Woah, is it even darker now than it was earlier? Something's definitely going on in that Sagitago place everyone keeps mentioning! Should he forget looking for the lost relics for today? Maybe he should.

Boom, boom, boom.

Crackle, crackle.

Fizzle.

Fizzle.

Message appearing in the sky, the farmer almost wanted to pretend he didn't see a thing. Come at us, godbuns, we're waiting burning up above, the young adult hopped back. Uh, did he read that correctly just now? Maybe he had misread it. Yeah, right, that message is pretty far away, he definitely read it wrong just now.

Boom, boom, boom, boom, fizzle, fizzle.

Second set of words appearing, the vampa placed his hand on the side of his temple. You hear us, godbuns? Get over here right now burning up above as well, a sea of margarineflies were ready to swim in his stomach. What is going today? Maybe he should go to Sagitago right now and see what's up.

"You see what that says, Malati?!" Izzet cried pointing.

"I ain't see nuttin," Malati said, shaking her head.

"Are you serious? It's right there! I guess I have to read it to you!" Izzet cried. "Ahem, 'Come at us, godbuns, we're waiting! You hear us, godbuns? Get over here right now!' And, you say this isn't our business?!"

"That's right, it ain't. Izzet, could ya please stop yammerin' on 'bout this? I'm gonna say this one more time. What be happenin' in Sagitago ain't nonna our business. We can't be stickin' our noses in where it ain't wanted." Malati sighed. "If there's anything else ya need, could ya please hurry up an' say it? I gotta clean up th' kitchen so I can take Siorc to the' Casioparo ruins."

"You know what? Forget it, I'll just go." Stomp, stomp, stomp.

Sky message looking ready to add more fire to the fire, the bun closed his eyes. Stop looking, whatever is going on in Sagitago is not his business. Right, it most certainly wasn't. He's a guest here in Oriza, he can't get himself into any trouble. He needs to keep his attention on finding those lost relics. What messages? Haha, he was just daydreaming, silly him.