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Zyyrith As you turn the corner to the front of the Forge Tent, you're greeted with the sight of a prepared picnic table. A small table with an umbrella over it and a pretty table cloth. Along with barstools from the inn, and candles in the center. As you tap on her counter, Scout is nowhere to be found, but her voice comes from further in the tent. "Zyyrith! I'll be right out. Please, make yourself comfortable." She called, a small clattering of dishes audible under her voice. |
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The moth sat herself down on a barstool, they swayed slightly, waiting for Scout to exit from behind the counter. Using their comb-like bristles she brushed the fluff on her chest with her arm and combed their antenna back slightly to look less ruffled. |
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Zyyrith Scout soon came out of the tent in a dark red summer dress, with a silver platter on one paw and a bouquet of peach pink and yellow flowers in the other. She offers you a bashful smile as she places the platter down on the table and the flowers in a vase at the center. The platter was beautifully put together, with some cheese, meat and crackers for Scout, and a pitcher of flavored sugar Water for Zyyrith. "I hope you had a good day." She purred, her voice crackling a bit as she poured the contents of the pitcher into a glass with a straw. She then puts it in next to your notepad and sits down on her barstool. "I had a real troublesome hunk of metal this morning, turned it into a fine chestplate." She said as proudly as her nerves would allow, her cheeks constantly dusted pink beneath the fur as she struggled for what to say. |
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"All of this is so cute! Thank you so much, Scout!" Zyyrith wrote a bit fancier, ending her writing with a with a very happy looking smiley face. "Why'd you set all this up for just me?" They tried writing that as politely as possible as she couldnt use tone very well without a voice. She took a sip of the sugar water, very refreshing! |
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Scout was smiling and happy throughout the whole conversation, however when she saw your latest note, her ears flattened worriedly. "Well. I..." You could hear her choke on her words as she struggled to find them, and she quickly turned away to cough and clear her throat. "Ahem... I uh. I'll be honest, I really can't stop thinking about you. Since we met I've been... wondering- if things could be more." She clutched something hidden under her seat and pulled it out in front of you. A small box. "And I hate the idea of you out in that forest alone." She said before reaching across the table to place the box in front of you. "So... I wanted to ask if you'd be my girlfriend- but I also wanted to give you this. To keep you safe." She said and quickly sat back down, staring down at the table with her ears pinned to her cranium while her cheeks almost glowed pink. "I've never been good with words." She admits, peaking back up at you through her lashes to see your reaction. As you open the box, you see a beautifully crafted handle. Spiraling knots of gold and a small streak of silver along the bottom. Upon closer inspection the streak of silver is the back of a blade. It's a folding knife! And you can tell the love and effort that went into its craftsmanship. -You've been gifted "Confession Blade"- +10 Perception -10 dmg |
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Winter 
Night Weather: 
Sleet Moon: 
