"Felix Ambersmoke. A child of the age of 43. Strugel. Short and fat, even for his species."
"Really? I thought the sun was your goal." He sighs in relief. "I'm just... so glad."
"I... I was 'made' by an Elder Evil, and have only a sliver of a soul- left over from the person that they tried to erase to make me. I don't want to take that person's soul, and we can't exactly go back to being one being- in a sense, we never were. So, I'm trying to make a soul all my own." She explains, seeming somewhat aware of how unusual that is.
"Hmm... I'll make sure to talk to him before I leave- see what I can learn." She takes the sword and places it in a simple leather sheath at her side.
"Are all stars not suns in a sense?" It responds. "I may need to tweak the machine a bit to account for a different star's heat and mass, but that's besides the point. I'm glad as well."
"W...what's an Elder Evil?" It seems utterly baffled by everything she just said.
"I feel like I shouldn't have told you. Would've been fun to watch you scramble for leads. Oh well, I'm glad you're arming yourself at least."
*Not sure how to continue this. Felix would just be happy with anything.*
She tucks her hair behind an ear, taking off her hide jacket to reveal her constellations “Fine…” She turns to them, looking deeply into their eyes “I love ya Edwin.” (That’s his name right?)
He nods, standing back up to his full height “Fine, those bodies are on your hands.” He says where they can hear, beginning to walk away.
He hugs her "I love you too." He says happily "I am glad to hear it said back." (It is)
Sable quickly walks back to his house, putting out the fires on his body.
*Back. Hope you’re on.*
She hugs them back, pressing against them softly “I… I mean it, I was so afraid that ya wouldn’t… that ya’d be afraid o’ me ‘er somethin’.”
*Wendi?*
*Ack! I missed this, I'm sorry!*
"Afraid? No no, I like you. You are pretty, resourceful, inventive, kind, compassionate, fair, and brilliant all rolled into one being." He explains.
*Dont apologize for being human, only I can do that!*
She blushes again, kissing them softly for a moment “Ya don’t got ta say all that, makes me feel so much more ‘bout you.” She says, putting out the fire on the gumbo so it doesn’t burn.
He kisses her back, turning red again "Oh dear.. I do believe that is my first kiss." He says, fiddling with his pocket watch.
She brushes a hand through her hair, playing with his ears softly “Was it a good first?” She asks softly, tilting her head, smiling softly at them.
“Why? What’s amiss here?” He inquires, walking backward slowly.
“Snowy owlbears, phase spiders, displacer kittens, all kinds of winter beasties on the rampage. You have no idea.”
“So how are you doing under my patronage? Has magic been enriching your life as I hoped it would?”
"Just-just leave please!" He said, his manners hurried and worried.
"Yeah, true.." he shrugs "Anything I can help with?"
She nods "For the most part.." she said, standing up.
“Okay, okay…” Thirteen steps past the doorframe.
“If you’d help start the fire, I’ll stoke it.”
“Good, glad to hear it!”
The door is suddenly slammed shut and Thirteen can hear multiple locks being set.
He nods and likes the wood. He focuses for a moment, fire suddenly springing to life, small but growing due to the dryness of the wood.
"Mn, I suppose that is good." She shrugs.
Thirteen shrugs and continues to investigate externally.
“Whoa! I thought you said you couldn’t do magic?”
“So, I’d like to offer you a choice between three pacts. You probably know, but I can grant you a weapon, a spellbook, or a familiar to further the strength of the contract. Which would you prefer?”
The outside is rather nice. A brilliant garden, a lake, and a stone wall around it all.
"I learned I could do this a few hours ago, nothing special." He shrugs and beams.
"Probably a weapon.. I ain't good with books or animals.." she shrugs.
“Hm. Curious.” Investigation: 12
“Hey, maybe the house was suppressing your natural magic! I remember this one girl back in my old tribe, Darpalan, who could do sorcery. But once, when we were hunting on the edge of the western hiuth, there was this little patch of land where the grass was brown and her magic didn’t work!”
“I see.” Riotan peels back the scales on his left wrist, revealing the end of a sword hilt. He pulls from his arm an ornate scimitar, styled with flowing bands of poisonous green and magenta highlights. He hands it to her carefully.
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
"You asked me? I don't know how I would have kept away from you long enough to give you the option. You're... perfect. I'm really happy that I'm perfect for you too." He smiles and hugs Donn, placing his cheek against his chest.
"You are perfect, you deserve the world and more. Perfect doesn't even feel like the right word.. you are.. infinite. So many things that barely are able to be processed into words." He smiles, gently holding him.
"Are you sure? I think I might be different than before... but I don't really know. I'm like a blank slate for new experiences. I guess that just means I can be anyone's perfect, though." He sighs, taking Donn's hands as he's held.
She tucks her hair behind an ear, taking off her hide jacket to reveal her constellations “Fine…” She turns to them, looking deeply into their eyes “I love ya Edwin.” (That’s his name right?)
He nods, standing back up to his full height “Fine, those bodies are on your hands.” He says where they can hear, beginning to walk away.
He hugs her "I love you too." He says happily "I am glad to hear it said back." (It is)
Sable quickly walks back to his house, putting out the fires on his body.
*Back. Hope you’re on.*
She hugs them back, pressing against them softly “I… I mean it, I was so afraid that ya wouldn’t… that ya’d be afraid o’ me ‘er somethin’.”
*Wendi?*
*Ack! I missed this, I'm sorry!*
"Afraid? No no, I like you. You are pretty, resourceful, inventive, kind, compassionate, fair, and brilliant all rolled into one being." He explains.
*Dont apologize for being human, only I can do that!*
She blushes again, kissing them softly for a moment “Ya don’t got ta say all that, makes me feel so much more ‘bout you.” She says, putting out the fire on the gumbo so it doesn’t burn.
He kisses her back, turning red again "Oh dear.. I do believe that is my first kiss." He says, fiddling with his pocket watch.
She brushes a hand through her hair, playing with his ears softly “Was it a good first?” She asks softly, tilting her head, smiling softly at them.
He nods "It was.." he looks up at her and smiles warmly.
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
“Why? What’s amiss here?” He inquires, walking backward slowly.
“Snowy owlbears, phase spiders, displacer kittens, all kinds of winter beasties on the rampage. You have no idea.”
“So how are you doing under my patronage? Has magic been enriching your life as I hoped it would?”
"Just-just leave please!" He said, his manners hurried and worried.
"Yeah, true.." he shrugs "Anything I can help with?"
She nods "For the most part.." she said, standing up.
“Okay, okay…” Thirteen steps past the doorframe.
“If you’d help start the fire, I’ll stoke it.”
“Good, glad to hear it!”
The door is suddenly slammed shut and Thirteen can hear multiple locks being set.
He nods and likes the wood. He focuses for a moment, fire suddenly springing to life, small but growing due to the dryness of the wood.
"Mn, I suppose that is good." She shrugs.
Thirteen shrugs and continues to investigate externally.
“Whoa! I thought you said you couldn’t do magic?”
“So, I’d like to offer you a choice between three pacts. You probably know, but I can grant you a weapon, a spellbook, or a familiar to further the strength of the contract. Which would you prefer?”
The outside is rather nice. A brilliant garden, a lake, and a stone wall around it all.
"I learned I could do this a few hours ago, nothing special." He shrugs and beams.
"Probably a weapon.. I ain't good with books or animals.." she shrugs.
“Hm. Curious.” Investigation: 27
“Hey, maybe the house was suppressing your natural magic! I remember this one girl back in my old tribe, Darpalan, who could do sorcery. But once, when we were hunting on the edge of the western hiuth, there was this little patch of land where the grass was brown and her magic didn’t work!”
“I see.” Riotan peels back the scales on his left wrist, revealing the end of a sword hilt. He pulls from his arm an ornate scimitar, styled with flowing bands of poisonous green and magenta highlights. He hands it to her carefully.
He can tell that this house if owned by the Marrow Family, one who gained their money through Sugar Cane crop. Who he just saw was Sable Marrow, the son of the late Lord Joseph Marrow.
"That's not good." He said, staring at the fire. He blinks for a moment and then looks away.
She takes it like it might explodes on her and blinks "What the hell?"
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
"You asked me? I don't know how I would have kept away from you long enough to give you the option. You're... perfect. I'm really happy that I'm perfect for you too." He smiles and hugs Donn, placing his cheek against his chest.
"You are perfect, you deserve the world and more. Perfect doesn't even feel like the right word.. you are.. infinite. So many things that barely are able to be processed into words." He smiles, gently holding him.
"Are you sure? I think I might be different than before... but I don't really know. I'm like a blank slate for new experiences. I guess that just means I can be anyone's perfect, though." He sighs, taking Donn's hands as he's held.
Donn hugs him "I like you as you, not some hollow doll or something new and shiny. I like you as you want to be." He said.
*It's quite possible. It's a good thing he isn't actually flammable.*
*Well here you go.*
Ragnerious is meditating in the forest after someone annoyed him, magma surrounds him nearby and snow isn’t around for yards. He takes long, deep breaths as to keep himself from becoming angry, his hands clasped together.
He hears the snap of a bear trap... and what sounds like a thousand voices crying and screaming, echoing through the woods. It cuts out as quickly as it starts.
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
"Well, I haven't been.." he begins to list off multiple things that a typical person wouldn't normally do in their life time and shrugs "But that's just it."
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
*It's quite possible. It's a good thing he isn't actually flammable.*
*Well here you go.*
Ragnerious is meditating in the forest after someone annoyed him, magma surrounds him nearby and snow isn’t around for yards. He takes long, deep breaths as to keep himself from becoming angry, his hands clasped together.
He hears the snap of a bear trap... and what sounds like a thousand voices crying and screaming, echoing through the woods. It cuts out as quickly as it starts.
He sighs, opening his eyes and stepping from his warm puddle of lava, beginning to head towards the sound, not even bothering to bring his axe along with him this time, still slightly annoyed, but in control of his emotions.
“Even more curious…” He rounds the building, starting to write these details down.
“You okay?”
“It’s… a weapon? Not as cool as my scimitar, but made in its image, y’know?” He turns to Samaritan. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to show you my scimitar before!”
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No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
"Well, I haven't been.." he begins to list off multiple things that a typical person wouldn't normally do in their life time and shrugs "But that's just it."
She puts the containers down “Looks like we got a lot ta do, now which one do ya want ta do first?” She says, entirely up for making stupid choices no one should ever make “Oh yeah, ya fergot we can [gp] too, but that’ll come later.” She cackles like a crazy person.
"But... it's just a little thingy..." he says, examining it, "How could it hurt her?"
"Hmmm, like lunch?" he asks, leaning on scott
"They are messenger dear. They tell the bigger, scarier creatures when it's best to strike her." He explains.
"Lunch, dinner .. linner?" He chuckles
He stares at the sprite for a few moments, "should... i kill him?" he says in the most innocent tone ever
"Either works as long as you're dessert" he says playfully, "What are you in the mood for? I could literally eat anything right now."
He shakes his head and picks up the sprite. "Not now, but if you seem them again, do so." He throws it out a window like a spider that somehow got inside.
Scott nudges him with his elbow, laughing a bit "I suppose anything is good, I am starving as well after all.'
Georgie hums and nods, flipping through the book he's reading, "They were talking about some weird stuff, like 'fallen ones' and 'Winter coming"
Tycho smiles and nods, "You probably don't actually know the places around town, so how about the tavern? I don't eat there much, but they have some decent food"
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
"Sure, I'd be willing to try it." He nods.
*Is oki :>*
"But... isn't mom a fey too? and the crow man?" he asks
He stretches, getting up and offering his hand, "Alright then, lets get there at some point"
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"W...what's an Elder Evil?" It seems utterly baffled by everything she just said.
"I feel like I shouldn't have told you. Would've been fun to watch you scramble for leads. Oh well, I'm glad you're arming yourself at least."
*Not sure how to continue this. Felix would just be happy with anything.*
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She brushes a hand through her hair, playing with his ears softly “Was it a good first?” She asks softly, tilting her head, smiling softly at them.
“Hm. Curious.” Investigation: 12
“Hey, maybe the house was suppressing your natural magic! I remember this one girl back in my old tribe, Darpalan, who could do sorcery. But once, when we were hunting on the edge of the western hiuth, there was this little patch of land where the grass was brown and her magic didn’t work!”
“I see.” Riotan peels back the scales on his left wrist, revealing the end of a sword hilt. He pulls from his arm an ornate scimitar, styled with flowing bands of poisonous green and magenta highlights. He hands it to her carefully.
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*how you doing?*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Doing well, playing Sparking, being happy.*
"Are you sure? I think I might be different than before... but I don't really know. I'm like a blank slate for new experiences. I guess that just means I can be anyone's perfect, though." He sighs, taking Donn's hands as he's held.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
He nods "It was.." he looks up at her and smiles warmly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Orange Piccolo*
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
*Cut for Wendi.*
She smiles back, just as warm before kissing them again, “I wonder what other firsts I can show you.” She chuckles, beginning to put the food in containers for later.
He can tell that this house if owned by the Marrow Family, one who gained their money through Sugar Cane crop. Who he just saw was Sable Marrow, the son of the late Lord Joseph Marrow.
"That's not good." He said, staring at the fire. He blinks for a moment and then looks away.
She takes it like it might explodes on her and blinks "What the hell?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Unfortunately not in the game yet, more of a Super Vegeta guy myself anyway.*
Donn hugs him "I like you as you, not some hollow doll or something new and shiny. I like you as you want to be." He said.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He hears the snap of a bear trap... and what sounds like a thousand voices crying and screaming, echoing through the woods. It cuts out as quickly as it starts.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Well, I haven't been.." he begins to list off multiple things that a typical person wouldn't normally do in their life time and shrugs "But that's just it."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Ack! I missed this one as well.*
"Exactly why we don't trust them." He said, leaning on his pitchfork.
"Sure, I'd be willing to try it." He nods.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He sighs, opening his eyes and stepping from his warm puddle of lava, beginning to head towards the sound, not even bothering to bring his axe along with him this time, still slightly annoyed, but in control of his emotions.
*cut*
“Even more curious…” He rounds the building, starting to write these details down.
“You okay?”
“It’s… a weapon? Not as cool as my scimitar, but made in its image, y’know?” He turns to Samaritan. “Oh, I can’t believe I forgot to show you my scimitar before!”
No news is good news…
I'll lay a white rose on the cold earth, knowing it that it has not claimed your soul.
She puts the containers down “Looks like we got a lot ta do, now which one do ya want ta do first?” She says, entirely up for making stupid choices no one should ever make “Oh yeah, ya fergot we can [gp] too, but that’ll come later.” She cackles like a crazy person.
*Is oki :>*
"But... isn't mom a fey too? and the crow man?" he asks
He stretches, getting up and offering his hand, "Alright then, lets get there at some point"