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4 posts. Alias of xdahnx.


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Starlan

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Wing leads you through the short hallways that divide the complex, into the ceremony room. There, Zillia sits, surrounded by candles and sweet smelling incense. She is sitting on a pile of the blossoms that you brought to her earlier.

Though her lips move, no sound is released, and she appears to be deep in meditation.

Wing puts his finger to your lips, "Shhh Starman. She's Meditraiting."


Starlan

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"No, no, no. You can't talk with her right now. She's busy. I'm supposed to be protecting her. She's...medi....meditraining. Yeah. She's all folded up. And there are little burning things that smell really good. I could take you to her. Do you want to smell the things? She just can't talk right now."


Starlan

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In common:"Wait...you speak human words too? I learned how to speak like this...a long time ago. I barely remember. Why didn't you say so earlier!" Wing visibly cheers up at finally being able to communicate with you. "Well, I'm wing! I'm a protector! That's what I do! I protect things! Right now, I'm protecting Zillia. She's very nice. And pretty! What are you doing? You are...Star...Man...right? Zillia told me your name. What does it mean? Isn't what you call a star...those things way way way up there? Is that why you fly on the big animal?"

Wing has all the fervour of a small child who's been fed too much sugar.

Sorry! Pixies speak common as default! You never spoke to it in common, you tried Druidic, and then hammering out some words in Sylvan. He had no idea you spoke it either. It was too cruel, I know, I know, but I didn't want to push you. And frankly, I thought the communication barrier was hilarious, especially considering he was invisible. You couldn't really tell what he was, anyway. Sorry!


Starlan

Spoiler:

Before Starlan can fully comprehend who Zillia's assistant might be, a small figure walks through the door. He's wearing a bright red tunic, apparently made out of leaves layered together. A dagger hangs at his side, and he wears a half a coconut on his head as a helmet. His face carries a stern yet officious grimace as he strides out of the compound, speaking, in Common; "Yes yes, what is it now? Zillia i--", though his face breaks into a huge smile as soon as he sees Starlan, switching to Sylvan; "Friend! Play Friend Again!"