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it.. is my pleasure.
* bowing her head, the lady of freedom had been quick to leave, just as she came. leaving behind the flowers for verbena faerie.
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have a wonderful rest of your bakeday, verbena faerie.
i shall be handling tasks near here, so if you would like to chat, i will be readily available..!
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my tale..? that is one clad in many bouts of unwavering curiosity, and the consequences of being reckless. i.. would not like to speak about such at the moment.
* bowing her head, there had been a light squeeze upon her staff.
i could tell you of my childhood, though.
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White Lily Cookie ..
( Her hand gently held up the flower against the incoming sunlight to watch the petals glow. )
Flowers such as this were used as herbal remedies to treat wounds and inflammation in ancient times.
I would love for you to tell me your tale.
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it is a white lily, the same ingredient used in my dough. i... can speak to you about it, if you would like.
* gentle eyes twinkled, brimming with a curiosity frequent to her. with a tilt of the head, her soft voice rose.
i am white lily cookie.
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( glancing at the delicate flower offered in front of her, the storyteller gently accepted it with a grateful nod. twirling the fragile stem in her hand, she spoke quietly. )
I’ve never recorded a flower quite like this.
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* a delicate flower bloomed in her hand, one with swirling ivory. sprawling crimson pistils sprouted from it's core.
* she handed it towards [ READER ], the ghost of a smile shining upon her face for a split moment.
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.. other than the fact you have changed, i do not know.
* a bandaged hand rose, spread out for it to take. there had been a smile upon her face, any resemblance of fear swallowed down.
may we take a walk, to aid in you calming down..?
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* the lady of freedom's eyes lightly squinted. an attempt to think at what could have possibly caused such a change to the embodiment of destruction.
what.. happened? why do you cause such chaos, much more than usual?
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⠀[ that caused the destruction to temporarily cease. the large silhouette of the centipede shrinks as a cookie emerges from the swirling flames. seems he still answers to that name. ]
⠀what th' hell do you want?
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* stepping out of the way before she had been pelted, a deep inhale rose from her. beginning to travel through the sea of ire, keeping her staff close.
burning spice cookie..?
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* standing on the edge of the land engulfed in flame lied white lily cookie, silent as she watched the horrific, bug beast.
* the air singed her lungs, eyes mellow, as vines threatened to snuff any raging flames from reaching her.
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⠀[ the land of spices has found itself enveloped in a sweltering haze of fire and spice. a creature lay in the center of the chaos, acting as its orchestrator. ]
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