The moment the bond settled, Moon began to share his feelings through it.
He sent warmth and safety.
The memory of feeding the egg, pouring bucket after bucket of Golden Fish blood, carefully maintaining the runes on its container, carrying it on his back across a floating island while fighting spirits and Evolvers.
He wanted the turtle to know. The person on the other end of this bond was the one who had been caring for it since the day its mother died.
The turtle responded in kind.
Through the bond, Moon felt something small and fragile reach back toward him. It wasn't words. It was pure emotion. Happiness. The simple joy of a young creature that had found something warm and decided it was safe.
Moon smiled softly.
The turtle valued trust deeply. Whether it was an inherited trait from its Supreme-Rank mother or simply the nature of a creature too young to have explored the cruel world outside, Moon couldn't say.
