[center][b][u]Party Members[/u][/b]
[color=8882be]Caw[/color] | Rogue 1 | [color=2E8B57]9/9[/color][color=7fffd4] +3[/color]
[color=00aeef]Vaal Storm-Touched[/color] | Sorcerer 1 | [color=2E8B57]7/7[/color][color=7fffd4] +3[/color]
[color=fff200]Magdar Ironheart[/color] | Cleric 1 | [color=2E8B57]12/12[/color][color=7fffd4] +3[/color]
[color=00746b]Norixius Surina[/color] | Barbarian 1 | [color=2E8B57]14/14[/color][color=7fffd4] +3[/color]
[color=cbd5e0]Rhaeyla Voll[/color] | Monk 1 | [color=2e8b57]10/10[/color][color=7fffd4] +3[/color]

[color=9e0b0f]Sebastian N.[/color] | NPC Fighter 1 | [color=2E8B57]11/11[/color][color=7fffd4] +3[/color]
[color=8dc73f]Cassandra N.[/color] | NPC Druid 1 | [color=2E8B57]9/9[/color]
Lucian | Horse, Riding | [color=2E8B57]Healthy[/color]
Sylvana | Horse, Riding | [color=2E8B57]Healthy[/color][/center][hr]
[color=cbd5e0]“Do you also sing?”[/color]

Cassandra doesn’t respond, for a time -  not until she realises that she’s the one being addressed. She shakes her head and sighs, though she smiles slightly. [color=8dc73f]“Not for many years, and certainly not with Sebastian’s skill. My brother has always possessed much more musical talent than I.”[/color] She glances over at him, and then lowers her voice, even as she switches to Celestial, so that the rest of your party cannot hear. [color=8dc73f]“𝑰𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒔, 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓-”[/color]

She cuts herself off, eyes widened and lips pressed together tightly. She had come close, there - close to letting on one of the many things that she and Sebastian had tried so hard to conceal. Instead, she looks to the other side of her horse, her cheeks flushed, and occupies herself with unbraiding and then braiding her hair. [i]That[/i] conversation was over.

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[color=cbd5e0]“Look, Caw. I heard one of the farmers in our village say they saw the most beautiful orchard here, and that there were flower fields right next to it. Wouldn’t that be lovely to see?”[/color]

Sebastian looks over his shoulder. [color=9e0b0f]“An orchard? Was this farmer perhaps referring to the orchards of Emilia Honeydew? Her skill with plants and herbs is second to none - save perhaps the Archdruids’. Some say she has been blessed - and certainly, the wines she produces are deserving of the gods… you needn’t worry about diverting our path. This road will take us straight through Madam Honeydew’s lands. We’ll be there in a few hours.”[/color]

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[center][i][u]Time passes…[/u]
• Due to your slow pacing, no rest is needed. Sebastian presses you onward, though he dismounts so that one person may ride on his stead; in favour of Rhaeyla or Caw, but anyone can climb up.
• Cassandra remains on her mount, though any [b]Small[/b] creature could also climb on without causing Sylvanna discomfort.
• [color=00aeff]Vaal’s[/color] [b]Mage Armour[/b] shimmers, fizzles, and fades away… 8 hours have passed.[/i][/center]
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Some time in the late afternoon, you pass through a small wood, the road cutting through it like a scar. The autumn air, though it had warmed up during the day, begins to cool once again as the sun descends towards the west; a pleasant golden glow, beckoning you onward. Truly, it seems like even mature wishes to celebrate the end of your journey. Or perhaps it celebrates the beginning?

You emerge from the trees, and before you all is a wondrous sight. Rows upon rows of trees and bushes and vines, each branch heavy with fruits of every kind - apples, oranges, grapes, even a few you can’t identify at a glance. Scattered around you, and equally abundant, are flowers from climates that are vastly different from this one - how are they even growing here? Even the twins seem taken aback by this; their eyes dart about, drinking in the view. And, in the distance, a shapeless grey and brown mix tells you that you have almost arrived at your destination. Greenrest is within reach.

[i]Is there anything you would like to do?[/i]