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Otiroth & Metea:
Otiroth & Metea: The girl giggles and blushes a little at the Tiefling’s kind words.
“I’m Dira and I’m almost eight,” she states proudly before looking up to her father once more. “Can we?”
He considers the offer to walk with this oddly unique pair, and decides that little harm could come from it. They are clearly at a different end of Marix’s extremes, and today is a day for sharing.
“Indeed,” he says to Otiroth. “Most of our travel has been lonely and tiresome. If you’d like to walk with us a way you are most welcome.”
He introduces himself as Arrol with a small bow, a worker of earth at the northern reaches of Cillat. A quiet place of flat pastures and mountain rains. Not exactly scenic by any accounts, but perfect for the cultivation of hardy root-vegetables. An honest life.
As they walk, Dira’s eyes often drift to the tailed lady. An innocent kind of envy.
“We should ask if they’ve seen one,” Dira eventually suggests, though she does not wait for a father's approval. "So many legs, but leaves its skin behind. We don't leave the doors or windows open any more."
Otiroth & Metea: The girl giggles and blushes a little at the Tiefling’s kind words.
“I’m Dira and I’m almost eight,” she states proudly before looking up to her father once more. “Can we?”
He considers the offer to walk with this oddly unique pair, and decides that little harm could come from it. They are clearly at a different end of Marix’s extremes, and today is a day for sharing.
“Indeed,” he says to Otiroth. “Most of our travel has been lonely and tiresome. If you’d like to walk with us a way you are most welcome.”
He introduces himself as Arrol with a small bow, a worker of earth at the northern reaches of Cillat. A quiet place of flat pastures and mountain rains. Not exactly scenic by any accounts, but perfect for the cultivation of hardy root-vegetables. An honest life.
As they walk, Dira’s eyes often drift to the tailed lady. An innocent kind of envy.
“We should ask if they’ve seen one,” Dira eventually suggests, though she does not wait for a father's approval. "So many legs, but leaves its skin behind. We don't leave the doors or windows open any more."