⛥ drop of rum on my tongue with a warning ⛥
a silent figure would approach, picking through the mud, aware of the other presence so suddenly. clearing her throat, fae woman looking upon eldritch abomination, green orbs narrowing, "to join?", she'd seen enough in her travels. they were a certain kind of sight to take it, and yes, though her breath caught, she felt little fear in the face of this ... creature. "our name is merlin.", she would introduce herself, accent ringing painfully in her own ears.
more bodies, more mouths, more protection. she didn't mind, though she was not the one to make the full decision. inhaling and exhaling, "who are you?", she would ask with a polite tip of her head. she gave them a smile. "honestly, we don't think that there's any reason you can't join us, so long as you promise to help around the town.", she would murmur. that was what they usually asked of anyone who came to them, but she didn't know this creature or their intentions. she couldn't pick up the scents of other groups on this one, if they were there, they were painfully old. the fae was wary of others, learning it hard to trust so blindly.
she cannot smell anything on silent = a little more trust from her//
MERLIN GWYNNE
penned by teef
penned by teef