Don't look into Primrose's eyes for too long, or the lovely dancer will snag you with 'Allure', and then you'll be her obedient pet until she releases you from the spell.

Sounds correct.

"𝐄𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧! 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭! 𝐁𝐮𝐡-𝐛𝐲𝐞!"

“I will extend a helping hand to all in need.” — Castti, the Apothecary.

"Showing ankle is harlot behavior? Then I must be the biggest one of all, well, according to a dead pig. That's neither here, nor there." Primrose does hope that the buzzards and carrion beetles have picked his bones clean. Even so, that's too good for him.

"You sweet snowy child. He was a wicked man that sold his soul to demons and us dancers to men. He said much, much worse. I will not repeat the other terrible things he called us."

"Yes."

Primrose would clutch her tanned fist to the golden collar at her throat. "My, this is how one in Sunshade refers to naïveté or inexperience with the underworld, not an actual child. Apologies are needed on my end." She would give Castti a small bow.

"Really? Y'know Partitio, you're just sweeter than apple pie. Has anyone ever told you that?" Them folk is right. Them folk were beneath her anyways.

Raise hands high in the air and shakes her hips a little. "Everyone trauma bond!"

Prim sniffs a bit at the acceptance of her apology. This apothecary reminds her of someone. Polite, modestly dressed, and smells of herbs and salves. Couldn't quite put her finger on it. "Thank you, I may have been a bit harsh. I need to stop being defensive."

🌹 Currently playing Octopath Traveler: 0. I might be a bit traumatized by the beginning. Definitely cried.

"Those who spill the blood of innocents for greed and power deserve death." Something Primrose has zero tolerance for. Since, she herself was caught up in these petty power struggles and shady deals as a young girl. Looks like the dancer had to come out of retirement.

Internal screaming. "Let me stab his eyes out! How dare he even bring me up! How dare he!"

🌹 I've been playing 30 million games under the sun. Had finals and surgery. My brain was not here to brain. I'm here, but classes started.

As always, banned from the local library. Primrose got too loud, hit the nearest scholar with the butt of her knife, a fight ensued and some delicate books were damaged. She might owe 50,000 leaves.