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Mara merely nodded her agreement. "Very well," the old testudo finally agreed. "So long as you both behave yourselves." Mara nodded again solemnly. She would surely try. Brambleshell looked back to Roki, her dark, pupil-less eyes calmly entreating his promise. "Good. Roki, be sure to come...

Mara accepted the coin with a shy smile. A very generous reward indeed. "That sounds... nice! Yes, I would like that," she admitted brightly. Learning to brew potions sounded fun, and maybe it would help her pay off the damages to the armory in lieu of taking her punishment through...

Mara hugged her knees close, her gaze lost in the enticing danger of the fire as she listened to the story. She understood what it was like to feel frail. To be told by others what she was supposed to be and what she was supposed to do when she hadn't even a clue herself. The cave that stood...

Mara cheerfully scooped out some of the smelly liquid with the ladle into a nearby bowl to let it cool before straining it. She found that she was actually enjoying the process of potion creation. Maybe when she was done with her imaginary swashbuckling career, she could settle into a cozy...

"Yes, Master Brambleshell." Mara was questioning the healer's faith in her skills as she listened to the instructions given to her and beheld the cauldron setup. "Erm..." Just focus on what you know, she told herself. Once she had finished grinding up the herbs and adding enough water to...

Mara felt anxiety swell in her chest as she came down the narrow path into the clearing. Looking around, she saw by the sparse turnout that she hadn't advertised the druid's event very well. That disappointment was quickly balanced by the relief that she wouldn't have to vie for a good seat by...

"Sure." Mara tried again to ignore the tickling harassment to her sinuses as she moved over to the table. Bundles of plants that were as esoteric to her as rune magic waited; she couldn't make heads or tails of their use, but she felt pretty confident in her crushing skills. She grabbed some of...

Mara felt the same way about her future meeting with Bebin, now that she was awake enough for the dread to start dawning in her mind. Looking at the hut, she briefly considered if she would be able to hide in there somewhere. It was a fruitless thought, she knew; she figured that Bebin could...

At first Mara thought that Roki had fallen over a second time, until he crept out from his costume like a freshly-molted snake from its old skin. Then the dancing god was gone, and Roki was Roki again - with an easy smile and eyes full of glittering gold. She couldn't believe how glad she was of...

Her eyes went wide and she cursed beneath her breath at the sight of Roki's mutilated hand. "Damn, that looks painful!" she whistled, somewhere between impressed and horrified. "Yeah, sure!" she agreed readily, looking around for any supervising eyes before setting the broom aside and nodding...

Mara stepped forward to catch the stilted figure and help it right itself. Apparently Roki wasn't going to break his vow of silence, even here in the secret stillness of the woods. She shook her head with a roll of her eyes, but didn't press him further to violate the sanctity of whatever...

A chuckle slipped from the dark woods around the fallen god. A full-on guffaw followed as Roki fought with the bells and skins that constrained him. "That you, Roki?" Mara asked, still laughing as she stepped out from the shadow of an old pine. It was a rhetorical question at this point...

Word had gotten around already, it seemed, much to Mara's dismay. But she hadn't the energy or patience to properly be disgruntled about it, so she only answered his inquiry with a second shrug. Well, yeah, it had actually been a pretty big deal, and undoubtedly Bebin was spending his morning...

Mara looked back at Roki with all the liveliness of a basilisk victim for a long moment before she answered. "Last night...? Oh, right. I went to go get your zip-plank," she explained with an unusual candor for her. "I didn't get it." She shrugged, narrowed her eyes at the broom as if she...

Mara was likewise wandering in a sleepless stupor the next morning. She wasn't even sure what duty she'd been assigned to that morning, only that she was glad it wasn't combat training. Instead, she was currently pushing a broom around the hallways in between bouts of nodding off. "Rabbit! Put...