#adolcemorte

Danny walked around Selphia. Unlike Trampoli, the place had a lot more traffic. It was kind of interesting. Business was probably booming here, but on the other hand, it was probably more competitive. It was hot out, and it wasn’t long before Danny got tired of looking for places to shop on his own. Eventually, he flagged someone who looked like a local down. 

Maybe I'm just a ghost, disappear when anybody's close.

Happy holidays adolcemorte ! I know this is cutting it a little close, and I'm sorry if I made you wait! Here's a fanmix for one of my absolute favorite roleplayers & her amazing representation of one of my favourite rune factory characters!

You play Dolce in such an amazingly interesting and complex manner it was hard to pin her personality down with a few songs, but hopefully I wasn't too far off the mark.

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"H-Hey, no, come back here... !" Clorica ran through town, following her pet pomme pomme that had run off.  Though normally well behaved, the monster had been frightened by one of the prince's larger monsters and it had run away in a panic.

Although Clorica managed to chase the creature for quite some time, it was not long before she found herself tired and out of breath.  Sighing, she watched as Minami ran off, then taking a few steps over to a nearby bench to rest.  "Perhaps she'll find her way home later..."

Dolce had been running a bit of a fever the past few days (working at the clinic is conducive to contracting viruses), though this morning the heat has mostly gone. She’s still plagued by the usual cold symptoms, however: stuffy nose, sore throat, itchy eyes, all of which has not been conducive to her handing out Christmas gifts as she had intended. 

Barricaded in her room under blankets, she glances out her window while sipping a hot mug of tea. By chance, the second her gaze lands on the street below she sees Frey walking up to the door, holding some sort of box—a present, surely…

Dolce decides she ought to meet the princess halfway, so she pulls on a thick coat, grabs her own neatly wrapped box (Nancy had done the wrapping; Dolce still has no idea how to handle wrapping paper), and heads downstairs. 

Opening the door, she greets Frey with a warm smile. “Merry Christmas to you too. And thank you.” She takes the small box from the princess. “I’m sure I’ll be happy with whatever is in here, my style or not. Actually—I know I will.”

Now it’s her turn to hand Frey a present. Inside the box is a knit cross sweater capelet.

"And ah, here. This is yours." She smiles shyly. "This winter has been really cold, colder than any winter I’ve ever known, so…I figured I’d knit you something to keep you warm while you run all those errands you have.

Frey draws a breath, unable to hide her delight as Dolce reveals that she too, had a present to share.

"You shouldn't have." She says, despite taking the box in her arms and hugging it against her chest. "But thank you. So much." Her gloved fingers idly play with a loose flap of the box's wrapping paper, and she looks up to smile at Dolce. 

"Frankly, I can't wait to see what's inside. Especially since you made it yourself...~" Her lips purse and the lines around her eyes crinkle impishly. "I've never been very good at knitting -- tried my hand at it once and I swear I would've done a better job teaching Lest some manners. But from what I've seen you make-" Frey's face lights up again; unable to contain it any longer, she lets out a laugh. "Oh, oh, how exciting I'm sure I'll love whatever's in here."

A rush of cold wind interrupts Frey's thanks, and she shivers.

"Ah- but- I guess I shouldn't make you stand out in the cold for too long... I'm no nurse but it can't be helping with your fever." She brushes a bit of snow of her skirt, fixes her many, many stray pieces of hair, sticking to her cheeks and chin, and smiles as she steps away from the doorway.

Morning. Electra, sitting at the fountain, breathed in the crisp ocean air and released a pleasing sigh. As she arose from her seat, she walked near the flower garden tended by her maid, and literally smelled the roses. Eventually, it will fade away and fall dormant until the warm summer season returned next year. Heaving a sigh, the young lady exited underneath the decorative arch, twined with intricate vines that created an image of naturalistic beauty. Meanwhile, amorous purple eyes strayed in the direction of an unfamiliar woman who's head was tilted back to observe the towering treetops.

adolcemorte

[Standing at the far end of the room and aggressively wiping down some empty potion bottles, she glances up at the potential patient at the door. She blinks when she sees that it’s Kiel, but despite recognizing him, she doesn’t put the jar down or stop her cleaning.] …Hello, Kiel. Dr. Jones isn’t in right now, but I am. What’s up? 

[She looks up at him quickly a second time. This time his face gives her pause—he sure looks pale. She frowns.] Is—are you ill?

[Quietly shutting the door behind him, he hangs around the entrance and seems to find the area at Dolce's feet quite interesting.] Hiya, Dolce! Umm, that might actually be better...

[With a shy smile on her face, she holds up the book she had tucked under her arm.] So…guess who’s done with this? [Cocks an eyebrow.] It’s yours, so I figured I’d return it.

[The book catches his attention and he nods.] Ah, that was quick. Thank you for taking the time to return it. [Walking over towards her, he takes the book and flips it over in his hands, skimming through the pages absently before shutting it and then returning his attention to her.]