The air is cold, the sky dreary. Ever since your return to Aldric’s Grove, the chill in the air is as bitter and sharp as a knife. The scent of stew from the General Store’s windows is comforting, almost as much as the teas Ydalir is handing out if you pass by her tent. Nene puts baskets of her fresh produce on every doorstep or before the doors of people’s rooms in the inn, and Evan and Rillian join her sometimes, the two also handing out sweaters or cloaks. It’s not going to be as bad as last year, but a bitter winter is coming. It’s best to be prepared, isn’t it?
As the winter approaches, plantimals busy themselves to prepare as best they can, too. Pinecone squirrels harvest away nuts while one by one birds move as close to warmth as they can — and that may well just be Sehul and Aurora’s domains. The river water is clear as ever and even colder, with only the blessed trees and bushes still flowering and bearing fruit.
Yet nothing prepares anyone for the green mist, knee-high at the lowest, waist-high at the highest. It smells earthy and grassy, almost floral like a garden,and it pours out of
the research hall.
There’s a chill in the air. Something… strange is happening, yet again.
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Thank you. I would love that.
[ He grips Luca's hands firmly, pressure and warmth taking over for actual tactile sensation. ]
Carrots have never been my favorite. They taste too much like dirt and soap for my liking.
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[And with another wink, he adds:]
I already make a habit of removing carrots, thanks to your counterpart. You needn't worry.
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You are perfect for him, truly. What a kindness.
[ With that, he lets go of Luca's hands, taking a step back. The edges of his sleeves catch between his palms and fingers, and he lifts one hand to push his glasses up his nose. ]
I'll find you later, then. Thank you so much for your hospitality.
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[Surprised as the praise makes him, Luca can only huff out a reaction. That, and suffer as his cheeks warm and darken yet again.]
I - Look forward to seeing you soon.
[He turns tail as quick as he can, all in an effort to save face and scuttle away.]