Beatrix saw it before it saw her. It was just as shiny and enticing as the stories said, if not then some. Odd sounds emitted from it whenever it bounced about, the sun gleaming off its body at a near blinding amount.
She knew how to extract plorts from Gold Slimes. At least by the method in the stories. Beatrix would have to beat the plorts from the slime.
But she didn't raise her vac. Some part of her mind was screaming at her to take the profitable chance presented to her. But another part sent her pondering. Beatrix could only imagine -if the stories were correct- as to why the Gold Slimes were so elusive.
They didn't have a diet; they didn't even eat. So abuse was the only option for harvesting tactics…
How many ranchers had beaten this little slime since their arrival? How much abuse had been inflicted upon it?
The thought was staggering. Enough to twist her gut the wrong way.
Beatrix froze as the Golden Slime bounced around and eventually caught sight of her. The slime froze and hastily dissapeared. Beatrix remained rooted to the spot for a moment longer before resuming her daily tasks.
Strangely, the part of her that wanted to golden plorts wasn't riddling her with regret for missing her chance.
It was...nice.