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[thecodexabides]

Gadriel's busy praising the Emperor or something. He'll get back to you asap. 

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@ogreslayer; text

[likeiron]

What the FUCK did you do?????

text; @banshee

[wantadistraction]

[ Random text one morning. ]

What size of bottles do you need for your morning rituals?

voice; a few days after the.......incident

[wildwarden]

...Gadriel? ( She half expects him not to answer, and wouldn't be surprised if he didn't.)

It's Night Sky.

I'm sorry.

text; @greywarden

[daddywarden]

Are you alive?

This is Davrin.

voice @enasal

[arlathvhen]

Gadriel, I have been thinking of ways to help you overcome some of the hurdles that you have faced in socializing with our fellow Visitors, and I think I've come up with a potential idea to help.

Have you, perhaps, heard of a knock-knock joke?

[ This can only go well. ]

text;

[likeiron]

Are you at your camp?

[guidingnight]

( good morning! some weirdo left a gift at Gadriel's camp that is probably being batted around by Elion while left unattended. Thankfully, the round glass bottle was secure enough that the pale liquid inside would not leak out, the top corked and the neck wrapped with a purple ribbon. A note was... somewhere nearby. )

I often gift nectar made of golden apples to those that I enjoy spending time with. Unfortunately, there are no golden apples here, so these sweet yellow ones had to do. I hope the taste is not unpleasant.

May moonlight guide your steps.

- Melinoë

@ogreslayer

[likeiron]

Figured out who killed Skan.

I'm going to kick his ass.

@warden

[wildwarden]

Hey.

Thank you for helping Lulu.

text, @brilliantretort

[lost_and_foundry]

Sergeant? When you have a moment, I have a favor to ask.

And also a question or two. There's something about this place I keep turning over in my mind, and I need input from someone who's observed more than I have.

So perhaps that's two favors, technically.

Anyway got to the end so let's go; voice;

[guidingnight]

Gadriel? Are you still here?

action;

[guidingnight]

"Gadriel." Melinoë called from the other side of the camp. Toula bounded past her to make her way to wherever Elion was curled up, promptly nudging her way up against his side to fall asleep with her head on top of his. "I have a gift for you."