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[Moro is wandering at the edge of the town, face drawn in a permanent scowl at the amount of noise coming from the human residents

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[Moro becomes instantly alert, shifting her weight loudly to get Celty's attention.

It was not the images that caught her attention, rather, the scent.]

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[After a moment, Moro emerges from the brush, the thought bubble immediately revealing that she was mentally scrolling through other inhuman scents to try and pin what exactly she was.]

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[Moro can't read, so she ignores the phone altogether, still focusing on Celty.]

...What manner of spirit are you?

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[Moro pauses, taking in this image before smiling very contently.

Spirits = good. Always. Regardless of what they are.]

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Moro. Guardian god of the forests.

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Welcome.