Please Appreciate How Giovanni Has A Framed Classical Portait Of His Cat In His Office

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"Oh... Him. He is probably foraging." the woman looked out, "If you have an herb order to make or pick up, talk to Mydaas. He manages our village... He may be talking to other clients." The older Troll seemed wary again.

"...It is indeed boiling season."

Mydaas could be seen talking to the shadier Trolls, taking payments and orders. He seemed better-dressed than most other villagers. Said villagers seemed afraid of him.

Mydaas suddenly shouted, "Rennoh! Come here!"

The Troll, wearing patchwork clothing, came over, his bell gently chiming. "Yes, Mydaas?" Rennoh looked up at the other Trolls, and shook his head no. Even when offered money, Rennoh shook his head no.

The old Troll looked to Soldan, "That is him. The Hunters here have wanted him as guide to the Wilderwood. Good luck."

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

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"Of course!" Rennoh put soil into the pots, carefully working in the snapdragons. He was still careful, oddly careful...

It seemed that around him, the plants were already more vibrant, stronger.

Soldan seems to busy gardening, since Spring started and she's bought a few flowers that are in season. A few sunflower seeds planted carefully, some Lavender and Star Liliies to add in.

(Picrew Here)

Your name is Stelle LaLune and you are nearing 9.5 Sweeps of age.

Your interests include ancient trees, wandering the Moon Palaces, and Pierrot.

You have lived on the Lone Moon since you were a grub, nurtured by an Exiled Imperial Drone, Acer.  You like Acer, but he also mentions you have an adoptive older brother somewhere, beyond the Lone Moon.  You know you are here because it is safest, but also lonely.  You have learned to craft prophetic dreams to warn of future events.  Your main concern is for a certain Tree that Holds All.

You are supposedly a Blood Color that was extinct, but brought back to life.

Your Trolltag is AcaciaTapestry and you tend to bold for emphasis.  You use a lot of dream symbolism as well.  Kind of annoying.

"Hmph, who are you?" Mydaas hissed.

Rennoh shrank back, but perked when he heard a familiar name. "You... Do you know Stelle?" he asked.

Mydaas glared, "Go away. You have no business here!"

Rennoh slipped away, ready to start his foraging. He was shaking, afraid of Mydaas and the hunters.

@pcrplevenom

Stelle had entrusted her friend to check on her brother, a Troll living on Harmonus.

Harmonus' main metropolis was a dizzying whirlwind of color and co-existence, fed by many worlds and universes with Trolls.

The train would take Soldan to a more rural place, and the manner of folks on the train went from enthusiastic tourists and locals on daily errands to farmers and sorts that seemed... ...Shady.

Subdued Subjuggalos, other Highbloods that seemed to be ready to hunt, exchanging money with a farmer to "Cull the Wilderwood."

"Um, I am unsure. Does this remind you of anything?" Stelle asked.

She looked into the room, the entry of an ice palace. "Strange..."

Open RP

The Lone Moon was lustrous in its ocean of sky. Stelle stood at a long pool of still water, gazing into the deep blue. Gilded fish swam about, some bobbing up at the surface.

The Pierrot Troll picked up an ivory dish, laden with pellets. She tossed pellets to the water, watching as the lazy fish sprang to life.

It was lonely here. Were there Dreamers out to see her?