[center][h3][color=90C8AC][b]Nibiria[/b][/color][/h3][/center]
[sup][color=90C8AC][center]Interacting with: [@Zeroth] (Goh)[/center]
[h3]Location: Garden[/h3]
[center][h3]Action: Engaging In Conversation[/h3][/center]
[right][h3]Emotion: Tepid[/h3][/right][/color][/sup][hr]Even though, Goh was as silent as a whisper in the wind, he could not hide from nature, and the plants that Nibiria tended were childish and affectionate; bringing her warning her of his approach long before he stepped into her sphere of influence, like a spy network of mischievous children. As such, she turned as if she'd known his presence much further down the road, as opposed to once he was in her yard - stepping softly upon her spider's web, so to speak.

“[color=3A5F0B]Sir Goh,[/color]” Nibiria says, finishing a row, “[color=3A5F0B]Walk and talk, please. This task is almost done.[/color]”

‘[color=3A5F0B][i]Market Day? Market Day? What the hell is Market Day?[/i][/color]’