Rosyposting

I-uh, heh.. Hello! Is the owner of the establishment present? I heard there was a spa in town and I've been quite stressed recently so I thought it could be a n-nice... place..... to........... u-u-unwind.................

<His voice trails off at the sight of Rosy, almost turning to a shaky intonation as the words force themselves out of his mouth. They shake their head rapidly and promptly turn to sprint out the door, the clinking turning to a cacophony of clattering like windchimes in a storm. He nearly makes it, but trips on his own legs and faceplants just before reaching it. The glasses are unharmed, thank gods.>

- @flowering-concoctions

*Rosy's shadow looms over him, and holds out a supportive hand. She helps him get to his feet, and inspects his glasses closely for damage. They then chuckle, and point back to the spa*

Surprised to see another moth, kekeke? Trust me, there is no need to worry about my service, no matter your trepidations. Unless they include a wariness towards nudity, of course!

*He steps back, and beckons the figure to follow*

I-uh.. t-thank you.. I-I'm not used t-to fellow moths being so... u-uplifting? Is that the word? And y-yes, I have not seen another in quite some.. time...

<Aster zones out for a moment, lost in his thoughts, before snapping back to reality.>

A-anyway, what was I saying? Ah, yes, the nudity shall not be an issue, not only am I comfortable in my shell but you see a lot in my line of work!

<They seem to be back to some sense of normalcy, but it's a mask that is not hard to see through. They are still obviously uneasy for one reason or another.>

*she waves him inside, smiling wide*

My apologies if I am a bit forward, kekeke. You are in complete control during your time at this spa, so that you may have the most comfortable experience possible!

No need to apologize, Rosy. I certainly appreciate the openness I suppose, and I am quite a bit more comfortable than expected!

<The words are more to convince themself that everything is fine, they're still very much on edge.>

I do not believe I need anything, but allow me a moment or three to think on it!

*Rosy walks ahead of him, and slides into a large pool of water. She nuzzles into it, and closes her eyes*

*She won't hurt me but what if she does this is all genuine kindness but what if it isn't She won't hurt me but what if she do*

<They snap themself out of it after Rosy invites them in. They will be fine. He slowly slips off his coat and lowers himself into the pool. He flinches a bit, he hasn't been submerged in a hot minute, but otherwise it goes without issue.>

Thank you again for your hospitality, Rosy. You run quite the nice establishment here.

*her eyes are closed, though her head tilts perfectly to follow him wherever he may turn*

<Aster takes a swig of a near pitch black liquid, the darkness only broken by shiny silver flecks and bubbles of pale blue. The drink is followed by a long deep breath.>

Anyways, dream magic is sort of hard to explain for me personally, being that i forget things so often, but I'll try my best!

The way I see and use it, dream magic is simply the ability to manipulate thoughts. Not just fully formed dreams, but the tiniest of moment-to-moment thoughts. This of course allows one to read the minds of others, and if strong enough to enter others' minds as well.

*Declares a fairly sizable bug, cloaked nearly head (horn?) to toe with pure white, silken cloth as she adds,*

This one- *she states while removing the somewhat unconscious bug (why in the name of everything are they growing thorns???) from her shoulder* -has been wearing themselves out far too much and far too often.

Do take care of them whilr they're exhausted? (And if they try to leave; by any means you see fit, don't let them.) *She adds, the last part being the quietest, in a hiss while exiting the area.*

@weaver-queen-of-silkbinding @decorated-in-regrets

Ah-

*Rosy watches as she leaves, and looks upon the thorn-growing bug. He sighs, and picks them up. Carrying them to a bath, and placing them in the spa's water, she watches them to make sure they do not slump and drown*

Whuh..? Where'd I end up this time..?

*Rosy swirls her hands softly in the water*

You're in my spa, good bug. I am Rosy, inheritor of moth magics and famously allergic to pants, kekeke!

*She takes a short pause*

*she spreads her wings out a bit*

*They grumble, stuck halfway between tiredness and awareness as they stretch and yawn after stating such.*

...

*They grumble, just beginning to sound somewhat less tired as they add,*

*Rosy sighs*

Let me tell you this, as little as my input may mean. You are not a tool. No living being with any form of thought can be seen as just a tool. Neither can they be broken, like an inanimate tool is.

*The bug murmurs inaudible-y, with a unhappy sort of smirk, before resetting their expression into neutrality and responding properly (while distantly staring at their partly submerged body).*

Well then, if that is so, I give the choice to yourself. You may stay here until your deliverer arrives again, or you may leave. Do not see the lack of purpose as a lack of reason to continue on. See it as a liberating force, the fact that you may now fully control your destiny.

*she nuzzles deeper into the water, and chuckles a little*

*Rosy stretches out a wing, and uses it to point to a series of baskets by the far walls of the spa room*

*Declares a fairly sizable bug, cloaked nearly head (horn?) to toe with pure white, silken cloth as she adds,*

This one- *she states while removing the somewhat unconscious bug (why in the name of everything are they growing thorns???) from her shoulder* -has been wearing themselves out far too much and far too often.

Do take care of them whilr they're exhausted? (And if they try to leave; by any means you see fit, don't let them.) *She adds, the last part being the quietest, in a hiss while exiting the area.*

@weaver-queen-of-silkbinding @decorated-in-regrets

Ah-

*Rosy watches as she leaves, and looks upon the thorn-growing bug. He sighs, and picks them up. Carrying them to a bath, and placing them in the spa's water, she watches them to make sure they do not slump and drown*

Whuh..? Where'd I end up this time..?

*Rosy swirls her hands softly in the water*

You're in my spa, good bug. I am Rosy, inheritor of moth magics and famously allergic to pants, kekeke!

*She takes a short pause*

*she spreads her wings out a bit*

*They grumble, stuck halfway between tiredness and awareness as they stretch and yawn after stating such.*

...

*They grumble, just beginning to sound somewhat less tired as they add,*

*Rosy sighs*

Let me tell you this, as little as my input may mean. You are not a tool. No living being with any form of thought can be seen as just a tool. Neither can they be broken, like an inanimate tool is.

*The bug murmurs inaudible-y, with a unhappy sort of smirk, before resetting their expression into neutrality and responding properly (while distantly staring at their partly submerged body).*

Well then, if that is so, I give the choice to yourself. You may stay here until your deliverer arrives again, or you may leave. Do not see the lack of purpose as a lack of reason to continue on. See it as a liberating force, the fact that you may now fully control your destiny.

*she nuzzles deeper into the water, and chuckles a little*

I-uh, heh.. Hello! Is the owner of the establishment present? I heard there was a spa in town and I've been quite stressed recently so I thought it could be a n-nice... place..... to........... u-u-unwind.................

<His voice trails off at the sight of Rosy, almost turning to a shaky intonation as the words force themselves out of his mouth. They shake their head rapidly and promptly turn to sprint out the door, the clinking turning to a cacophony of clattering like windchimes in a storm. He nearly makes it, but trips on his own legs and faceplants just before reaching it. The glasses are unharmed, thank gods.>

- @flowering-concoctions

*Rosy's shadow looms over him, and holds out a supportive hand. She helps him get to his feet, and inspects his glasses closely for damage. They then chuckle, and point back to the spa*

Surprised to see another moth, kekeke? Trust me, there is no need to worry about my service, no matter your trepidations. Unless they include a wariness towards nudity, of course!

*He steps back, and beckons the figure to follow*

I-uh.. t-thank you.. I-I'm not used t-to fellow moths being so... u-uplifting? Is that the word? And y-yes, I have not seen another in quite some.. time...

<Aster zones out for a moment, lost in his thoughts, before snapping back to reality.>

A-anyway, what was I saying? Ah, yes, the nudity shall not be an issue, not only am I comfortable in my shell but you see a lot in my line of work!

<They seem to be back to some sense of normalcy, but it's a mask that is not hard to see through. They are still obviously uneasy for one reason or another.>

*she waves him inside, smiling wide*

My apologies if I am a bit forward, kekeke. You are in complete control during your time at this spa, so that you may have the most comfortable experience possible!

No need to apologize, Rosy. I certainly appreciate the openness I suppose, and I am quite a bit more comfortable than expected!

<The words are more to convince themself that everything is fine, they're still very much on edge.>

I do not believe I need anything, but allow me a moment or three to think on it!

*Rosy walks ahead of him, and slides into a large pool of water. She nuzzles into it, and closes her eyes*

*She won't hurt me but what if she does this is all genuine kindness but what if it isn't She won't hurt me but what if she do*

<They snap themself out of it after Rosy invites them in. They will be fine. He slowly slips off his coat and lowers himself into the pool. He flinches a bit, he hasn't been submerged in a hot minute, but otherwise it goes without issue.>

Thank you again for your hospitality, Rosy. You run quite the nice establishment here.

*her eyes are closed, though her head tilts perfectly to follow him wherever he may turn*

I-uh, heh.. Hello! Is the owner of the establishment present? I heard there was a spa in town and I've been quite stressed recently so I thought it could be a n-nice... place..... to........... u-u-unwind.................

<His voice trails off at the sight of Rosy, almost turning to a shaky intonation as the words force themselves out of his mouth. They shake their head rapidly and promptly turn to sprint out the door, the clinking turning to a cacophony of clattering like windchimes in a storm. He nearly makes it, but trips on his own legs and faceplants just before reaching it. The glasses are unharmed, thank gods.>

- @flowering-concoctions

*Rosy's shadow looms over him, and holds out a supportive hand. She helps him get to his feet, and inspects his glasses closely for damage. They then chuckle, and point back to the spa*

Surprised to see another moth, kekeke? Trust me, there is no need to worry about my service, no matter your trepidations. Unless they include a wariness towards nudity, of course!

*He steps back, and beckons the figure to follow*

I-uh.. t-thank you.. I-I'm not used t-to fellow moths being so... u-uplifting? Is that the word? And y-yes, I have not seen another in quite some.. time...

<Aster zones out for a moment, lost in his thoughts, before snapping back to reality.>

A-anyway, what was I saying? Ah, yes, the nudity shall not be an issue, not only am I comfortable in my shell but you see a lot in my line of work!

<They seem to be back to some sense of normalcy, but it's a mask that is not hard to see through. They are still obviously uneasy for one reason or another.>

*she waves him inside, smiling wide*

My apologies if I am a bit forward, kekeke. You are in complete control during your time at this spa, so that you may have the most comfortable experience possible!

No need to apologize, Rosy. I certainly appreciate the openness I suppose, and I am quite a bit more comfortable than expected!

<The words are more to convince themself that everything is fine, they're still very much on edge.>

I do not believe I need anything, but allow me a moment or three to think on it!

*Rosy walks ahead of him, and slides into a large pool of water. She nuzzles into it, and closes her eyes*

I-uh, heh.. Hello! Is the owner of the establishment present? I heard there was a spa in town and I've been quite stressed recently so I thought it could be a n-nice... place..... to........... u-u-unwind.................

<His voice trails off at the sight of Rosy, almost turning to a shaky intonation as the words force themselves out of his mouth. They shake their head rapidly and promptly turn to sprint out the door, the clinking turning to a cacophony of clattering like windchimes in a storm. He nearly makes it, but trips on his own legs and faceplants just before reaching it. The glasses are unharmed, thank gods.>

- @flowering-concoctions

*Rosy's shadow looms over him, and holds out a supportive hand. She helps him get to his feet, and inspects his glasses closely for damage. They then chuckle, and point back to the spa*

Surprised to see another moth, kekeke? Trust me, there is no need to worry about my service, no matter your trepidations. Unless they include a wariness towards nudity, of course!

*He steps back, and beckons the figure to follow*

I-uh.. t-thank you.. I-I'm not used t-to fellow moths being so... u-uplifting? Is that the word? And y-yes, I have not seen another in quite some.. time...

<Aster zones out for a moment, lost in his thoughts, before snapping back to reality.>

A-anyway, what was I saying? Ah, yes, the nudity shall not be an issue, not only am I comfortable in my shell but you see a lot in my line of work!

<They seem to be back to some sense of normalcy, but it's a mask that is not hard to see through. They are still obviously uneasy for one reason or another.>

*she waves him inside, smiling wide*

My apologies if I am a bit forward, kekeke. You are in complete control during your time at this spa, so that you may have the most comfortable experience possible!

*Declares a fairly sizable bug, cloaked nearly head (horn?) to toe with pure white, silken cloth as she adds,*

This one- *she states while removing the somewhat unconscious bug (why in the name of everything are they growing thorns???) from her shoulder* -has been wearing themselves out far too much and far too often.

Do take care of them whilr they're exhausted? (And if they try to leave; by any means you see fit, don't let them.) *She adds, the last part being the quietest, in a hiss while exiting the area.*

@weaver-queen-of-silkbinding @decorated-in-regrets

Ah-

*Rosy watches as she leaves, and looks upon the thorn-growing bug. He sighs, and picks them up. Carrying them to a bath, and placing them in the spa's water, she watches them to make sure they do not slump and drown*

Whuh..? Where'd I end up this time..?

*Rosy swirls her hands softly in the water*

You're in my spa, good bug. I am Rosy, inheritor of moth magics and famously allergic to pants, kekeke!

*She takes a short pause*

*she spreads her wings out a bit*

*They grumble, stuck halfway between tiredness and awareness as they stretch and yawn after stating such.*

...

*They grumble, just beginning to sound somewhat less tired as they add,*

*Rosy sighs*

Let me tell you this, as little as my input may mean. You are not a tool. No living being with any form of thought can be seen as just a tool. Neither can they be broken, like an inanimate tool is.

*Declares a fairly sizable bug, cloaked nearly head (horn?) to toe with pure white, silken cloth as she adds,*

This one- *she states while removing the somewhat unconscious bug (why in the name of everything are they growing thorns???) from her shoulder* -has been wearing themselves out far too much and far too often.

Do take care of them whilr they're exhausted? (And if they try to leave; by any means you see fit, don't let them.) *She adds, the last part being the quietest, in a hiss while exiting the area.*

@weaver-queen-of-silkbinding @decorated-in-regrets

Ah-

*Rosy watches as she leaves, and looks upon the thorn-growing bug. He sighs, and picks them up. Carrying them to a bath, and placing them in the spa's water, she watches them to make sure they do not slump and drown*

Whuh..? Where'd I end up this time..?

*Rosy swirls her hands softly in the water*

You're in my spa, good bug. I am Rosy, inheritor of moth magics and famously allergic to pants, kekeke!

*She takes a short pause*

*she spreads her wings out a bit*

*They grumble, stuck halfway between tiredness and awareness as they stretch and yawn after stating such.*

...

*Declares a fairly sizable bug, cloaked nearly head (horn?) to toe with pure white, silken cloth as she adds,*

This one- *she states while removing the somewhat unconscious bug (why in the name of everything are they growing thorns???) from her shoulder* -has been wearing themselves out far too much and far too often.

Do take care of them whilr they're exhausted? (And if they try to leave; by any means you see fit, don't let them.) *She adds, the last part being the quietest, in a hiss while exiting the area.*

@weaver-queen-of-silkbinding @decorated-in-regrets

Ah-

*Rosy watches as she leaves, and looks upon the thorn-growing bug. He sighs, and picks them up. Carrying them to a bath, and placing them in the spa's water, she watches them to make sure they do not slump and drown*

Whuh..? Where'd I end up this time..?

*Rosy swirls her hands softly in the water*

You're in my spa, good bug. I am Rosy, inheritor of moth magics and famously allergic to pants, kekeke!

*She takes a short pause*

*she spreads her wings out a bit*

*They grumble, stuck halfway between tiredness and awareness as they stretch and yawn after stating such.*

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