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Post by Blaze on Jan 18, 2022 14:25:12 GMT -8
Honestly Blaze felt like kicking the rotting pile of moss just about now, but stopped herself. The smartass act starts to fall flat and grate, but at least Henley seems to make headway with the negotiations, so they should be done here soon. And as soon as they wrap up, she's going to need a shower and perhaps a palate cleanser from her good friend Captain Morgan.
"I don't know what you are on about, but I'm glad understanding is being reached."
There's only so far you can carry the pro attitude, but so far Blaze is keeping it cool. Good thing the burden of reaching an agreement is not on her.
"So, Mr. Whistler. Does Henley's offer seem fair to you?"
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Post by mavspade on Jan 18, 2022 14:33:42 GMT -8
"hum, yes. These terms I find agreeable."
The Whistler extended its arms outwards in a wide-open gesture. Its mouths curl open and produce a Familiar, uncanny tune. A lullaby that was not meant for any child.
Its moss coat began to shiver, for a moment seeming to rise and fall with a breath before one of the mouths opened, and from it came forth a fluttering glimmer. Another sprite, of petal and pollen, bright orange and teal in color (unlike the purples and pinks of its predecessor), crawled forth from the mouth. Shaking its wings, and took to the air, dancing about the Whistler's hands.
"This one will search for the information you desire and serve that purpose."
"yes, yes!" it chirped eagerly. "May I offer you a drink or a bite to eat?"
"enough of that," The Whistler said, shaking off the act of hospitality before opening its hand and letting the small hobgoblin land upon its palm before it whispered in a tongue of root and stone.
Then, the sprite sprang into the air in a flash of wings and dust. Once more, and spiraled up into the rafters of the hollow and was gone.
"It will find your prey. When you seek it next, enter the hedge. Bring a honeycomb, break it, and whisper the name of the one you once loved. It will find you and guide you"
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Post by Henley on Jan 19, 2022 13:35:12 GMT -8
A half-smile crossed Henley's face at the Circle of Life. Born, offer service, get in trouble, get eaten, reborn. What a life.
"Good. Pleasure doing business with you."
Glancing to Blaze, he said, "Anything further?"
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