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"Everyone else is simply benefitting from the narrowmindedness of your people," Sethrian said. He squeezed her hand. "Perhaps if the world had more people who are as accepting and loving as you are, perhaps I would not hav ehad to spend so many years as a shut in." He chuckled slightly and shook his head. "Never fear. I escaped the attack unscathed. I was, however, convinced I frightened you away after you left so quickly."

"I was relieved to learn you weren't frightened of me after all. But as far as first impressions go, I must admit the flower attack piqued my interest more than a simple hellow," he teased.

He looked over the drinks being offered and said, "I believe I shall have cider. At least for now."

"Tshila Curari," she replied with a grin. "It's a pleasure to meet you Harley, and Isamu! Isn't this festival great? I love dancing! Actually I used to perform a huge night market. Before I came here. It's definitely one of my favorite things to do!" She sighed happily and settled in, sipping her cider. It was scalding hot, but she barely even felt it--though it did occur to her most people let their cider cool a bit before drinking it. But, eh, it didn't bother her. What did bother her was the lack of snow by the fire!

Dancing was great, but dancing in the snow would have been even better. Though she did suppose the fire would kind of melt it. And then they'd be dancing in slush, which she suspected would be significantly less fun. Oh yeah! Cute guys!

She looked over at Isamu and Harley, smiling again. "So are the two of you enjoying yourselves? I hope you haven't been sitting over here on the sidelines the whole time!"

Nash blushed lightly and looked off to the side, "I uh..... I don't have a girlfriend....." He told her as he scratched the back of his head. Damn Fin always made it impossible for Nash to even talk to girls. And actually, the fact that the scarecrow wasn't there at that moment making a fool out of the young elf was quite a surprise. Not to mention an extremely special treat!

.:l Morgan O’Donald l:.

”Hey, I know a joke!
A squirrel walks up to a tree and says,

Rose's cousin? Awh, poop. Really?! Wasn't it enough that he had to deal with one Bellerose, and now the world just had to smack him with another one? He wasn't issuing dog commands so far, so that meant he was safe for now. He sheepishly grinned, obviously getting rather uncomfortable with actually dealing with this. "E-Eh, sorry about this, Malade. It's just something I do since I'm not a big fan of telling people off. It's not like you meant any harm by it. If it helps, I prefer the term 'extraordinarily handsome' over 'cute'?" Augh, this was nerve-wracking for him! Hopefully, it didn't show...

’I forgot to store acorns for the winter and now I am dead.’
Ha! It is funny because the squirrel gets dead.”
- Dug from Up

An exterminator.. Xochiquetzal watched her pinch her fingers with a soft frown – was that a sign? Ants rather than puppets – mindless, wandering insects.. Ah, that certainly sounded like a much more god-like view.. ..Or father-like. She hummed at that observation – no, no, her father certainly was no 'god'. Puppets would have to stick. She looked back at Kasie's face and shook her head, “Not ants.” Now, on the quiet ones.. Well, Xochiquetzal wasn't sure how to respond to that. She gave her a somewhat confused look as she went on to consider that next. Was she a quiet one? She hadn't thought herself quiet at all! Her presence was loud enough, wasn't it? She didn't need to literally vocalize to get herself noticed! “..I am not 'quiet' either.” She corrected again before moving on the conversation, a question re-entering her mind, “..Kasie, have you.. spoken to Veith as of yet?”