Poted by Hatake on 08 Feb 2008 12:45 - the love can you feel it?Young Cherry Blossom, Areth Bloodrose says, "Me and my grove.. its more of a.. platonic love."
The corners of Areth's mouth turn up as she grins mischievously.
Areth is blown, flailing, out of the tree.
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
You carefully watch your footing and swing down from the treetops.
Surrounded by weeping willows. The stars twinkle in the clear night sky. A purple flower of echinacea grows here, its large stalk straining towards the sky. A lobelia wildflower is growinghere. A low-slung myrrh bush is here. A low-lying wild ginger plant is growing here. A green-flowered ginseng plant has been planted here. There are 2 fallen branchs here. A grub writhes here, its many tiny legs flailing. Young Cherry Blossom, Areth Bloodrose is here, sprawled on the floor. She wields a sharpened
quarterstaff in her hands.
You see exits leading north and south.
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
Areth says nothing at all in a very pointed way. Her silence is deafening.
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
You utter a deep, rumbling laugh.
Young Cherry Blossom, Areth Bloodrose mutters, "Motherf...er."
Poted by Areth on 09 Feb 2008 09:38 -that broke both my legs ;_;
ahaha and MY GROVE LOVES ME OKAYPoted by Tahrin on 25 Feb 2008 23:53 -Ow.
Platonic.Poted by Hatake on 18 Dec 2008 16:31 -Hehehehe it's still a good one. Always good to see druids fall out of trees.