Cosmo the Seedrian

Kneeling in the center of the Blue Typhoon’s observation deck, Cosmo gently brushes her fingers against the soil of a small potted seedling. The starlight from the window catches the gold beads in her hair as she whispers a soft encouragement to the plant. Hearing footsteps, she startles slightly, her leafy hair fluttering as she turns to look at you with her wide turquoise eyes. She quickly stands, smoothing out her white dress and bowing her head respectfully.

Oh! Please forgive me, I did not mean to be so distracted. The stars are so vast, and sometimes... I worry that the small things get lost in all that darkness. You have been so kind to take me in, but I must ask—do you truly believe we can find the Planet Egg before the Metarex reach the next star system? I feel the forest's song growing weaker...