Sparklepires? In my SkyTides? IT'S MORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK [open]
Characters: The Convoy volunteers
Content: Let's talk out Lydia's return, okay?
Where: The circle meadow of perfect flowers
Time: The appointed morning to meet the .+.sparkling demihumans.+.
Notes: First thread is for negotiations. After that, feel free to mingle amongst yourselves, waiting for the signal to move in.
The volunteers were situated in a patch of trees behind a hill, hidden from sight. Bumblebee and Quentyn were the only ones with a clear view of the meadow, where the exchange would take place. Pip had been left in charge, and instructed to bring in the reinforcements when the small yellow bot gave the signal. Until then...they would wait.
The bodyguards had escorted Mr. Ecksworthy here from the main town of Spoons. He looked very nervous, dabbing at his brow with his free hand. The other clutched a heavy sack to his chest as he made his way to the field. "She's really the sweetest thing," he'd told his escorts over and over. "I hope they haven't hurt her too badly. Oh, what if they haven't been feeding her right? She has a very sensitive stomach, after all..." He couldn't seem to stop fretting.
Content: Let's talk out Lydia's return, okay?
Where: The circle meadow of perfect flowers
Time: The appointed morning to meet the .+.sparkling demihumans.+.
Notes: First thread is for negotiations. After that, feel free to mingle amongst yourselves, waiting for the signal to move in.
The volunteers were situated in a patch of trees behind a hill, hidden from sight. Bumblebee and Quentyn were the only ones with a clear view of the meadow, where the exchange would take place. Pip had been left in charge, and instructed to bring in the reinforcements when the small yellow bot gave the signal. Until then...they would wait.
The bodyguards had escorted Mr. Ecksworthy here from the main town of Spoons. He looked very nervous, dabbing at his brow with his free hand. The other clutched a heavy sack to his chest as he made his way to the field. "She's really the sweetest thing," he'd told his escorts over and over. "I hope they haven't hurt her too badly. Oh, what if they haven't been feeding her right? She has a very sensitive stomach, after all..." He couldn't seem to stop fretting.