[center][img]https://i.imgur.com/wkgi6Nk.png[/img] [color=indianred]______________________________________________________[/color][/center] [color=indianred]”Th-thank you, I’m going to need some spring water to flush my sights out.”[/color] Annalee quietly chimes, happy that one of the individuals nearby was at the least [i]slightly[/i] helpful. Her vision then redirected towards this [i]ikeman[/i] character. While the male didn’t seem entirely harmful, he laughed with a bemused look more than anything. Though, he did climb down from horseback - to assist the female Oni that seemingly could not adjust to the weight of her own horns? This entire situation was strange beyond comprehension, so nothing would surprise Nal at this point in the game. But just in time for the lord’s princess servant-maiden, the scholarly half-blood would notice something in this garden of flowers. Small bushels of green and white colored flora with a minty aroma to them. The knowledge of this plant itched at back of her head and instinctively she would crawl on hands and knees quickly towards the three that remained intact. Her nostrils began to flare as she finally confirmed in absoluteness that this [i]was[/i] what she thought it was. Annalee would then hear the knight-lady began to spit out the words about damaging the master’s land. She didn’t choose to be torpedoed down at this location, dumbass! She thought this to herself of course, knowing better than to say such things to strangers. And there was a whole slew of them at this point, impressions would be important moving forward. But then the other human female began to speak to the two non-fallers? That’s what she would now identify them as. The other girl whom called herself Ahmya asked them for names - names were good, made things and people easier to identify. [color=indianred]”We deeply apologize for the damages we caused m’lord! If you would give forgive us, I may be able to devise some way to repair the damages? Perhaps, eh - Ahmya, might be able to as well. Or one of these other creatures, probably not that dainty human boy though. Have faith in us nonetheless.?”[/color] Nal’s apology statement turned more-so into a question as it reached the end. How exactly would she repair these craters in the first place? She could feel it though, in her hands as she pressed fingers through flower stems and shrubbery. She could even feel it through the soles of her leather-padded shoes. There was a reverberation within the earth, it was like music - not in the sense that it made her want to dance or snap her fingers. But rather, when she focused on the sensation it made Nal feel at peace. If anyone caught her in this little mini-experimental state of mind, she would likely just be zoned out staring blankly at the ground with her mouth open. [color=indianred]”That’s right.”[/color] Nal quietly muttered to herself, faux-memories painting the canvas of many questions with oh so desired answers. [color=indianred]”Annalee is my name, by the way - and if you don’t mind, when we are done servicing the land, may I forage it for herbs?”[/color]