[flower dance]

[pieta_au_lait]

[outside the Chapel at sunset, Robin is setting out a very large circle of picked flowers on the ground; once her work is done, she steps back to survey the design -- and suddenly, the wind picks up, and flower petals all burst into the air, floating around in a hazy dance and probably landing in your hair.]

... pretty.

((Derping out for the

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[watchmycannon]

[Yes, very pretty. Is more concerned with examining Robin's hair, however]

[watchmycannon]

That's...odd.

--At any rate, miss Robin... I will need to take it back. It is very important to me, and to my family.

[pieta_au_lait]

Did Road take it from you?

[watchmycannon]

Yes, from my room, while I was out.

[pieta_au_lait]

Oh... I'm sorry. I didn't realize.

[watchmycannon]

...No, that's alright. I wouldn't have expected that she'd tell you that.

[pieta_au_lait]

She told me that it was left alone, and abandoned. So I just assumed...

[watchmycannon]

[...]

It...

[pieta_au_lait]

[?]

[watchmycannon]

--Is more complicated than that. I've not made use of it here, because there has been no need.

[pieta_au_lait]

Mm, I don't think I would either, unless it was very dire. I have my Craft to protect me.

[watchmycannon]

That is for the best. It would do you harm, if you did.

[pieta_au_lait]

Harm?

[watchmycannon]

Mm, most likely, when you took the Gae Bolg on, it was as a pact?

[pieta_au_lait]

Right.

[watchmycannon]

And so-- it will grant you its power, and in exchange take some of yours; each time you call upon the Gae Bolg or the Ex Machina, you will surrender some portion of your soul. Eventually, you will die of it.