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🌸 [color=F97FCA]Race:[/color] Half-Elf 🌸  
🦋 [color=#FFD351]Class:[/color] Druidic Mystic 🦋
🍄 [color=#BC16A1]Location:[/color] Port Verge, Lhazaar Principalities 🍄 
🍃 [color=#FFD351]Interactions:[/color] Scratch [@Apex Sunburn] Corin [@Lava Alckon] Bastion [@Oso] Menzai [@Potter] Arya [@Tae] Meiyu [@FunnyGuy] Malik Tommy [@DWGJay]
🌼 [color=F97FCA]Equipment:[/color] 🌼 [hider=Full Equipment List][color=FFD351]✦[/color] Druidic Staff
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Stone-Carved Dagger
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Poison-Tipped Blowgun Darts 
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Her amulet
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Satchel
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Flint & dried tinder moss
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Waterskin
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Dried Medicinal Herbs
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Bag of pretty trinkets, marbles and rocks 
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Sharpening river stone
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Oruna tribal moon bracelet[/hider]
🪷 [color=#BC16A1]Attire:[/color]  [url=i.imgur.com/FpfQA4E.jpeg[/url]Outfit[/url] 🪷
[hider=Attire][color=FFD351]✦[/color]  [color=F97FCA]Antler Headdress[/color] – Elegant branching antlers wrapped in vines and blooming wild roses and other flowers, dangling with purple crystal teardrops.
[color=FFD351]✦[/color] Amulet with an unknown crest
[color=FFD351]✦[/color]  [color=F97FCA]Thick Magenta Hair[/color] – Flowing in long, heavy waves with many braids, tiny beads, and blossoms braided throughout.
[color=FFD351]✦[/color]  [color=F97FCA]Arm Jewelry[/color] – Vine-wrapped armlets and bracelets studded with glistening stones in violet and turquoise hues.
[color=FFD351]✦[/color]  [color=F97FCA]White off-the-shoulder crop top[/color] 
[color=FFD351]✦[/color]  [color=F97FCA]Mistpetal Skirt[/color] 
[color=FFD351]✦[/color]  [color=F97FCA]Waist Adornments[/color] – A belt holding a satchels, feathers, and a charm pouch of herbs and trinkets.
[color=FFD351]✦[/color]  [color=F97FCA]Leg Jewelry[/color] – Beaded anklets and thigh cords with gemstone charms
[color=FFD351]✦[/color]  [color=F97FCA]Nature Tattoos & Paint[/color] – Faint tribal markings or nature-inspired body paint peek beneath her outfit[/hider]
🪞 [color=F97FCA]Gold Balance:[/color] 6 🪞
🌸 [color=#FFD351]Injuries:[/color] N/A. 🌸
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Phia had decided, quite firmly, that she did not like these "pirates." She immediately glared at them, in fact, her eyes narrowing dramatically to make sure they knew she did not like them. Not one bit!

None of the three were spared. Every swaggering one of them was granted the displeasure of her amber stare. Her lips pushed forward into a pout. If the spirits of the Oruna had been watching, they would have known at once [i]that judgment had been passed[/i].

She did not trust this place. She did not trust their smiles.

Then her gaze shifted to the ship.

Phia stared at it for a long moment, her brows knitting together as she took in its state.[color=F97FCA]“That boat is sick,”[/color] she said quietly.

But then Beckett took up the crowbar and Phia’s attention snapped back. The crate groaned open beneath his effort, and her fingers tightened around her staff. 

Then the crate tipped and a small green body spilled out.

Phia’s eyes widened as the goblin tumbled across the dock. He was soaked through, filthy, too thin, and shaking. His huge eyes looked as if he expected [i]pain[/i]. 

And he had a glowing hand mark beneath his shirt!

The pout vanished.

Phia hurried forward before her brain could catch her by the wrist. Her bare feet slapped against the wet planks as she moved past. By the time Bastion lowered himself into a crouch, Phia was already dropping down beside him, knees meeting the dock with a thud.

Her staff clattered gently at her side.

[color=F97FCA]“Are you okay?”[/color] she asked softly. [color=F97FCA]“Little goblin? Did they hurt you?”[/color]

She glanced at Bastion, then back at Trin and nodded firmly.
[color=F97FCA]“He's right. We would never pulverize your bones. We will instead keep your bones together.”[/color] She turned back to Trin once more, lifting both hands where he could see them and smiling.

Then her eyes flicked back toward Beckett.

And there it was again. The pout had returned, but this time it had [i]teeth[/i].

[color=F97FCA]“You put him in a box,”[/color] she accused, her words heavy with moral certainty. [color=F97FCA]“Boxes are not for people.”[/color]

Her gaze then shifted to the newcomers who joined, especially the screaming young girl. She wanted to go save the child from whatever was frightening her, but she also wanted to make sure the goblin was alright. 

[color=F97FCA]“...I am glad those two did not also arrive in boxes."[/color]

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