𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵

                                𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴

Before I gaze at you again I'll need a time for tears. Before I gaze at you again let hours turn to years. My eyes will shine like new again, my manner poised and calm. No sign of fear, not even a sigh. And so till when we gaze again, goodbye!

❝Ohhhhh.❞

Feigning understanding as he nods with a "knowing" expression on his face. Of course. Mortal stories ! But what was stories and what was real.. ? He had always assumed these stories of beings like Tinklebell to be true !

Upon the fae ruler's admission did hidden one bless him with an unreadable smile; mysterious in all ways.

Satisfied... yes, he certainly hoped they were or else he was failing at his position. He could never forgive himself if he failed his people even in the slightest way ! A leader is there to ease the woes and pains of life after all.

Question piquing his interest, eyebrows raising slightly in response. No one ever wished to discuss business with him ! Perhaps because he wasn't the best at the terms of such things, trading was relatively new in the end...

"An excellent choice," Alkebu-lan chirped with a resounding clap of her hands. Quietly, she waved finger and a portal leading to an empty white opened besides form. Rummaging through it, she hummed in thought. "Let us see... ah!" Hidden primate then pulled out a green plant with wide leaves, meticulously placed in a small pot. She then turned to him, with a smile.

An excellent choice ? How nice it was to know someone who also enjoyed nature ! Waiting patiently as he watches the other rummage around in a portal, thoughts of how he should employ such magics passing his mind just to be brushed aside at the emergence of a well tended plant.

❝Centella asiatica...❞

What a nice name for a plant ! And one that aided with headaches at that, what a lovely gift !

                                𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘴

Before I gaze at you again I'll need a time for tears. Before I gaze at you again let hours turn to years. My eyes will shine like new again, my manner poised and calm. No sign of fear, not even a sigh. And so till when we gaze again, goodbye!

do i use my tiny amount of ank.ou icons (38 total) or my uhhh whatever his name is again icons that make him less sickly blehhh lookin'

do i use my tiny amount of ank.ou icons (38 total) or my uhhh whatever his name is again icons that make him less sickly blehhh lookin'

𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑   𝐈𝐒   𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃   𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓,   𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐍𝐓,   𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃   𝐁𝐘   𝐀   𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄.   Perhaps   it   is   ridiculous,   to   attempt   to   ameliorate   an   awkward   moment   with   nothing   but   a   pleasant   expression   and   melodious   cadence.   Lorraine   does   so   regardless,   offering   that   small   kindness.   ❝   It's...   okay.   Don't   worry.   Sometimes   mistakes   happen.   ❞

Her   voice   is   free   of   accusation,   as   her   hands   accept   the   retrieved   backpack   from   him.   ❝   Oh,   you   also   have   a   bag   like   mine?   ❞   Question   comes   with   a   slight   tilt   of   her   head,   eyes   wandering   across   the   park.   She   sees   no   other   bag   nearby,   no   abandoned   shape   resting   upon   the   grass   or   tucked   under   the   shade   of   the   nearby   bench.   Still,   the   park   is   vast,   dotted   with   winding   lanes   and   several   garden   benches;   perhaps   his   belongings   were   left   elsewhere,   forgotten   on   another   seat.   ❝   Hmm...   are   you   certain   you   left   your   bag   around   here?   ❞   Concern   softens   her   features,   turning   her   lovely   face   pensive   rather   than   alarmed.   ❝   Perhaps   I   can   help   you   search   for   it?   ❞

The reassurance that his mistake wasn't of an offense offers some comfort, he would be so beside himself if he had caused any problems- especially on accident ! A soft sigh of relief, before he's swept back into confusion at the mention of his own bag. Oh how easily he forgot what was going on.

❝Yes ! Many bags, a collection gifted unto me in a friend's attempt to "downsize" as she said.❞

Still, left with too many he felt. But who was he to speak when he had his own large collections ? Not including the one he was gifted !

❝I believe it was here, though maybe by the fountain... I did spend a lot of time there...❞

It was a beautiful piece after all, how could he not spend a large part of the day there ? Fountains were always so peaceful !