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[h1]𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵[/h1][/color][/center]

Her head dips low, the flowers wilting a little.  [color=lightgreen]"I'm sorry.  This one is trying not to confuse or disappoint anyone.  Miri- I am trying.  I speak truth."[/color] She didn't even really know what a spirit was, she could have been but she honestly wasn't sure.  She didn't even name herself, nor the species she represented.  It was a truly confusing moment.

She went stock still, her hair curling a bit like flowers in morning.  [color=lightgreen]"Assist?"[/color]  she asks, her interest and body language showing that she was interested in that.  [color=lightgreen]"Mirithal can assist."[/color]

She didn't know what she was agreeing too even when Aroa had set it.  A curse?  What a strange word.  Sounds icky, and he seemed to flash a little red purple and blue, he thought it was icky too. She didn't quite understand what he was asking, but detect.  The tree nodded.  [color=lightgreen]"I can see alot of things."[/color]  She began.  [color=lightgreen]"Sickness is in black... health is in green... emotions are a spectrum.  I see your colors, but I can look further.  Determine the shades, predict the patterns.  This one would be yellow to try."[/color] Her face expressionless but the little flower petals seemed to be popping off her form and slowly dancing to the ground.