Private Tales By The Pale Moonlight

A private roleplay only for those invited by the first writer
The silence stretched on as Lunabelle carefully considered the information, nodding her head in thought. The sprites were adamant in their position and all three agreed without contradicting one another, which in her brief experience with them, she reasoned it wasn't a common occurrence.

Still, it made her wonder.

"He's not all bad. You knew to bring me here last night and he saved my life, right? Maybe we can build on that. Is there anything he could do that would make things better for the grove? If he's stuck here and this is your home, surely we can find a way. You wouldn't want to spend eternity in misery, would you?" Her eyes lifted towards Vaxyr at the last question.

"So. What do you want, Sindra? What would you like to see?" She looked back to the wisp in her hand.
 
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There were a few seconds where it seemed that Lunabelle was going to win her bet.

All three of the sprites were looking from the human woman, to the goblin fae and back again. Then Sindra spoke.

Like to see? The back of him!

A little flame flickered towards Vaxyr. It had the appearance of a tongue sticking out. All three sprites made the same gesture and vanished.

"Well..." went Vaxyr. He chuckled quietly.

"... I think the bet is mine. However, I enjoyed that. We can take the tour if you really want."
 
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