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[Color=F9B9F1]Time:[/color] Night
[Color=F9B9F1]Location:[/color] Streets of River Port
[Color=F9B9F1]Interaction:[/color] 

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[Color=B9F1F9]As evening set in and people were either heading to the bar or to their homes, a young lavender haired fairy flitted around the streets merrily. Her purple and blue monarch butterfly wings fluttered as she flew from lamp post to lamp post. She hummed a merry little tune as she created vines that crept up each lamp post, flowers blooming from them. She smiled as she examined her work, pleased with the pretty appearance. She did this every night, feeling that it made this little port town that much more welcoming.

She had heard the horn blare earlier and quietly went to check it out, concerned they were being attacked. It was merely a dragonborn, however, and she quickly left the scene to tend to her plants and decorations. Now she merely roamed the streets, not wanting to head home quite yet. The sight of her mother always broke her heart and she desperately wanted to find a way to help her. So here she was, roaming the streets and appearing busy as she tried to overhear conversations. Maybe someone would tip her off to the rebellion.[/color]