Clover looked at the witch. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity, and with hope. Maybe this would be the way that she could gain the favor of the goddess!
"What does joining entail?"
"What does joining entail?"
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That was a new word. Guild. What did it mean? Clover tried to think back to any other time that she might have heard this word, but none came to mind.
"What is guild?"
Unaccustomed to social circles, she did not know that interrupting was not looked fondly upon, nor did she even realize that this was an inopportune time to chime in.
"What is guild?"
Unaccustomed to social circles, she did not know that interrupting was not looked fondly upon, nor did she even realize that this was an inopportune time to chime in.
I've actually run Clover before, but she was pretty different. Experimenting with her, since she was just an NPC before.
Now convinced that Lilith was a better witch than she gave herself credit for, Clover took a few steps closer. Not only did she control that which killed forests, she could bring death back to life! What powerful magic!
With a leap that could have sent her into the branches of a tree, Clover looked with wide eyes at the small witch.
"I thought you said that you did not have a familiar! What is in your robes??"
"I thought you said that you did not have a familiar! What is in your robes??"
Clover watched in awe as the woman closed her own wound. This wolf-kin was powerful! But the real question brewing in her mind...
"What did happen to your finger that caused such a deep cut...?"
"What did happen to your finger that caused such a deep cut...?"
Clover watched the witch, and mimicked her actions. This...tea thing wasn't half bad.
"A familiar? Is that one of those...animal companions?"
"A familiar? Is that one of those...animal companions?"
"Oh, I have met a few forest witches in my time. Very nice people, very kind to the forest-kin."
She gave a more genuine smile.
"You can control the Red Death. Though it seems 'not very good' to you, that is quite the incredible feat in my eyes!"
She gave a more genuine smile.
"You can control the Red Death. Though it seems 'not very good' to you, that is quite the incredible feat in my eyes!"
It took Clover a moment to work up the courage to speak.
"So...so long as I do not have to go near the forest killer...I will stay..."
She made herself look back at the cup hoping the wonder she had so recently been feeling would return and fill her with joy again. It didn't.
"It...takes the powerful magic of stone to keep plants safe from the red death...are...are you a sorceress?"
She looked back at the woman, sheepishly raising her head in hopes that communication would soothe the poor sad dear.
"So...so long as I do not have to go near the forest killer...I will stay..."
She made herself look back at the cup hoping the wonder she had so recently been feeling would return and fill her with joy again. It didn't.
"It...takes the powerful magic of stone to keep plants safe from the red death...are...are you a sorceress?"
She looked back at the woman, sheepishly raising her head in hopes that communication would soothe the poor sad dear.
Clover walked over to the cups, and tilted her head in confusion. What was this odd cloud coming from the mug? Placing her hand through the steam, she gazed in awe at the new substance, which felt warm to the touch. Turning to Lilith, she intended to ask what this sorcery was. But suddenly she was stricken. She stood motionless, petrified by what she saw. The Red Death. The forest killer. Being fed by the woman she wished to befriend. As if she...trusted it.
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