05-13-2022, 03:06 PM
AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — it just sucks to try and explain
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the sea, he couldn't pass up the chance to see it at least once more in this life of his. he'd spent so long inland that the chance to go to the coast was an opportunity he cherished. it was also filled with many other opportunities and chances, he truly just wanted to go for a swim in the brine-y water, that, and he couldn't wait to get his paws on the items these folks had to trade. perhaps he was a bit giddy as he all but danced through the water that occassionally overlapped the railroad tracks leading into the heart of the typhoon's territory. it was a long distance to travel, but the tanglewood merchant was happy to do it, if only just to see the sea and play in the waters, even if his home's land faced the sea as well. a proper beach sounded so nice to him, and he only had faint fading memories of a different lifetime where he'd been allowed to play to his heart's content, watched over by a loved one and watching over two children of his own.
hanging at his side was his trusty satchel, holding within it many things to offer for trade as well as his own notebook that described what each flower he grew meant, and where he could write when asked to interact. walking up to the grand gates that marked the entrance to the islands of the typhoon, he would reach up and pull on the rope for the bell, otherwise deciding that nobody would find him here for quite some time. it must be a grand land beyond these gates, and the merchant was curious to see it; the legends and rumors of the pirates that lived here didn't scare him, he had seen far more scary things. sitting down politely, the tom would look down into the basket he had brought with himself, various things within it including bags of plants and herbs he'd picked, grown and dried himself.
hanging at his side was his trusty satchel, holding within it many things to offer for trade as well as his own notebook that described what each flower he grew meant, and where he could write when asked to interact. walking up to the grand gates that marked the entrance to the islands of the typhoon, he would reach up and pull on the rope for the bell, otherwise deciding that nobody would find him here for quite some time. it must be a grand land beyond these gates, and the merchant was curious to see it; the legends and rumors of the pirates that lived here didn't scare him, he had seen far more scary things. sitting down politely, the tom would look down into the basket he had brought with himself, various things within it including bags of plants and herbs he'd picked, grown and dried himself.
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THE FLOWER BURNS