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Zayne:
He wrinkled his brow. "B-but he's probably going to beat you," he protested.
Summary:
Okay so, a lot of new characters have been made, and I can't keep track of them all. Zayne the tailor and Ben the tavern owner are trying to help Raven, who's being treated like a slave by her own father. Callumroot and Kilroy are sleeping bcus of the long journey just to get to Ragedrift with questions about the over stallion, Coalwing. Ashtohn and Sage are just... chilling as a recently engaged couple. Sultaan and Reba are discussing about how to communicate... still. Me and River need NIGHTMIST!!
RECOMMENT FOR NIGHTMISTTTT)
Heisly:
She giggled. "I know right? Do you think this might have an owl or two?" She asked excitedly.
Teirron:
"Uhhh... well, she can't... because... she's too hurt," he replied. "You need to come to her." Teirron hoped that the old mare would believe him and follow him back to the pegasus mare he still didn't know the name of. (SOBZ NIGHTMISTTT)
Alright I made it!)
(I'ma making a new part so don't comment)
Callum:
"No, no, it's fine," he said with a warm smile down at Fawnroot. "It's for her, not for me."
Zayne:
"Uhhh, well, they'd probably put you in jail. But I don't think that'll happen," he added firmly, crossing his arms. "I know they shouldn't do it because it wasn't your fault."
Raven:
"W-what happens if they decide I a-am guilty?" she said quietly
Kelly:
She laughed and took another bite. "Uh HUH." She smirked.
Ben:
“Anytime, lass!” He called back, his accent as thick as ever. (by accent-think of him with an Irish accent)
Merrick:
He laughed and picked up his own fork and scooped up a small piece. He ate his fork-load and his face brightened. “Oooh it is good,” He mumbled softly with a smirk. (AWWWW THEY’RE SHARING CAKE!!! idk why but this is cute XD)
Kelly:
She blushed. "It looks to good to touch," she said, and carefully used her fork to slice a bit sized piece. She ate it and her face lit up. "Mmm! It's really good!" She leaned back, "Thanks, Ben!" she called out.
Merrick:
He rolled his eyes playfully and called into the kitchen, “Hey Uncle Ben? One serving of chocolate cake, please!” Then he turned back to Kelly and smirked as his Uncle’s gruff voice sounded from behind the closed doors. “Comin’ up!“ A minute later, Ben pushed the door open with one hand and carried a plate with a thick slice of cake in the other. He set 2 new forks on the table for them, then set the cake down in the middle. “Made fresh this mornin.’ Enjoy you two.”
Merrick smiled down at the cake as the smell of frosting and warm chocolate filled his nose. He exhaled contently, then looked at Kelly and motioned to the treat. “Please, ladies first.”
(wait...can centaurs even have chocolate?!)
Kelly:
She snorted. "Oh, stop. But yes. Chocolate cake sounds good. Especially a mean one."
Raven:
She paced faster, pulling on her hair as she paced
Merrick:
He smirked and leaned back, resting his elbows back against the table. “You sure? My Uncle makes a mean chocolate cake, if you want to split one.“ He paused, then pursed his lips.
“I‘ll pay for dessert.“ Merrick said with a teasing grin.
Kelly:
"Yes, delish," she said with a wink. "I'm fine."
(Anyone here?)
Merrick:
He chuckled gently then looked over at her empty plate of food and grinned. "Was your sandwich good? Are you still hungry?"
Fawnroot:
She looked up at Callum with a concerned look. "Are you sure? I don't want to ask you to do something if you don't feel comfortable. I could just describe you to her, if you'd rather." She said gently with a glance to Kilroy.
Raven:
"Y-yeah," she said, nervously pacing.
(Bye)
Zayne:
Yonire gestured for them to stand nearby. "I will have to get the council together," he said and then left.
Zayne shrugged at Raven. "I guess we wait then." (GTG)
Raven:
She looked around, wondering what was going to happen
Fawnroot:
Her heart swelled and she smiled broadly. "Thank you. Oh, another thing I should say...she "sees" through touch and smell. Everytime she meets someone new, she insists on feeling them by using her wings. It helps her to visualize what you look like. She'll only stay at your head and she'll stop if you ask her to. If either of you have a problem with this, I'll ask her to reframe from doing this, but she doesn't mean any harm by it." She added quickly, her eyes slightly apologetic, but grateful at the same time.
(I gtg again!)