[center][color=lightgreen]Hello, this one's, no my name is
[h1]𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵[/h1][/color][/center]

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Stephanie approached the statue of gnarled wood to speak to the tiny creature.  The Nidhogan fairy look at her with almond eyes, averting its gaze, it seemed not to really give off any facial expression, but like R, it was fearful of Stephanie, but did not withdraw, only using the branches of the Nihogans' mask to obscure its form.  Stephanie spoke of cute.  The whispering voice responded.  [color=lightgreen]"Squishies attack small things less often.  Though... I wonder-"[/color]

R spoke again.  The fairy gripped the leaves as he approached.  This time she did look back.  It was a world of bright white, whiter than starlight, the towers by the sea.  It twisted back, allowing the soft verdancy go.  The color of empathy, the color of calm, wellness, consideration.  The color of life.  The Master emanated the life that reflected back upon it.  The fairy puzzled this but its released the leaves, walking forward to stand upon the head of its husks, flowers and moss growing where it stood upon the bark of its skin.  

[color=lightgreen]"Mir-eh-thal.  Mirithal.  My name is Mirithal.  It is a green name."[/color]  Nothing but a whisper and way the petals and life seemed to spread back into the body of the monster that she sprung from gave any indication of any kind of pleasantness.  Strangely however, the area around the Nidhog- around Mirithal would take a sweet scent of citrus and water lilies.  [color=lightgreen]"This one thanks you.  Thanks all of the soft barks. This one hopes for friendship.  Have nothing outside of the groves.  Can offer their splendor.  I can spread the Green to this place if it brings the yellow."[/color]

The fairy looked at Stephanie, then Asri, each of them offering their own bit of welcome.  With each, the petals of the fairy and her wings seemed to flutter.  She shoke a little bit, visible golden pollen spilling forth from it.  [color=lightgreen]"Why are you being so nice to me?"[/color]  she asked them, looking to each in kind.

Stephanie interrupted the question, her colors flaming with red and splashing with purples and blues.  The fairy tilted her head when Asri commented.  [color=lightgreen]"Maybe Stephanie is infested with parasites?  The pain brings out the red.  She does not hide her colors.  This one likes that."[/color]  It was like when it heard the voices.  Coming at random.  There were too many right here to listen to any beyond.

The appearance of Tania, one her size, atleast of the form she could make made Mirithal look at herself and then to Tania, comparing features.  She almost wasn't paying attention to what the Aetheri was saying.  [color=lightgreen]"She brims with yellow.  This is a happy place."[/color]  Could this be what it was looking for.