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[h1][b]"Myrr" Velasien[/b][/h1]
[h2]--- The Village Center ---[/h2]
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As they arrived back at the village, Myrravel was deep in thought, still contemplating the possibilities their captured slime presented. Something was nagging at the back of her mind - a sense she had forgotten something important. She furrowed her brow, trying to remember...

The seeds! She had completely forgotten to gather any seeds for Niara. Her ears pinked with embarrassment as she realized how distracted she'd been by plant identification, the slime capture, and theoretical alchemy. She'd failed to fulfill the simple request.

Her self-admonishment was interrupted by raised voices. Looking up, she was startled to find Akitsugu and MacKinnon engaged in what appeared to be a heated argument. The sudden escalation from irritation to what appeared to be an imminent sword draw made her eyes widen in alarm.

[color=39b54a]"Oh,"[/color] she whispered, taking an instinctive step backward. Her eyes darted nervously around the village center, searching for Adrila. Surely she would know how to handle this situation without making things worse.

When Akitsugu's sword appeared to speak, she blinked in confusion. Despite her aversion to conflict, she found herself taking several small steps forward, positioning her slight frame somewhat between the two agitated parties. It wasn't a bold stance, but rather a tentative, almost unconscious movement born more from concern than courage.

[color=39b54a]"Um..."[/color] she began hesitantly, her voice barely audible at first. [color=39b54a]"Perhaps we could... that is... maybe the tools would be most useful in the smithy?"[/color] She immediately regretted speaking up, her eyes lowering as she took another small step back, though still remaining somewhat between them.

[color=39b54a]"I'm sure there's a way to work this out,"[/color] she added softly, looking around again for Adrila or anyone else who might intervene more effectively.