The sun hung low in the sky, casting long shadows across the grassy plains as the Hilichurl hunting party made their way back to the encampment. Laden with game and wild fruits, the group moved steadily, the stronger Mitachurls carrying the larger catches on their broad shoulders. The scent of fresh meat wafted through the air, tantalizing their senses and urging them forward.

One Hilichurl, smaller and more slender than the rest, walked at the rear of the group. Its thoughts were consumed by the anticipation of the feast that awaited them. Yet, as they passed a small cluster of wildflowers, something caught its eye.

Among the vibrant greens and yellows, a single Sweet Flower stood out. The Hilichurl stopped in its tracks, the voices of its companions fading into the background. The familiar aroma of the Sweet Flower filled its senses, stirring a memory long buried beneath layers of survival and instinct.

It knelt down beside the flower, its coarse fingers brushing against the soft petals. A wave of warmth washed over it, and for a moment, the world around it grew silent. The distant calls of its tribe faded, replaced by the gentle rustle of the breeze and the whisper of the flower's fragrance.

It held the flower gently, remembering a distant time when it gather flowers just like this one... It tried to remember Kha-!@#$*&(@#

It kept looking down at the Sweet Flower for some time, forgetting everything else. "Mi muhe ye," it whispered gently, keeping close to it.

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When the interaction began.

Suddenly, the snap of a twig echoed through the silence.

The Hilichurl's pointed ears twitched. It stood up, scanning the surroundings with a mixture of caution and suspicion. It let out a low growl, more of a warning than a threat. The Hilichurl had learned long ago that the forest was not always safe, especially when humans ventured too close.

From the shadows, an adventurer—you—stepped into the clearing. The Hillichurl's aggression increased. "Ika... Ika, ika, ika!" It yelled, picking up a rock to attack.