Upon hearing a tone of familiarity, the swordsman perked her head back. The crimson scarf, the nickname she had been forcibly given. How could she not recognise an old friend?
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ❝ Thou should be weary, tis wine is not for the faint of heart❞
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⠀⠀The sun shines on an open prairie. A nameless location full of flowers of varying color where Scarlet and Dorothy often shared tea. Red Hood, ever the busy body, wandered her way into the luscious field.
❝ This is a nice place. Mind if I join you, Swordperson? ❞
Following the breeze within the resting moonlight and raising suns is a fine way for one to spend their morning.
Care to partake in some spirits with her?