As WILLA cupped her cheeks, the younger dryad slowly filled up her cheeks with air; the end result somewhat resembling that of a -

- squirrel with its cheeks stuffed with nuts. Her eyes closed momentarily as she imagined how it would be with birds in her - [WILLA]

- tree. The chirping would always cheer her up if anything, she supposed. “Oh!” Yulan exclaimed, finally opening her eyes. - [WILLA]

- “Thank you, WILLA! But I want my tree to grow big and strong like yours too!”

“But she'll visit soon? If she can? She's okay?” If Yulan had been a little less distressed she would have noticed that @toxicvigor was -

- clueless as to who Gwenna actually was and had been making up white lies, one after the other, just to stop her from - [@toxicvigor]

- crying. Normally, she would be a little more… I don't know, sensitive? But only by a little. However, the dryad clung on - [@toxicvigor]

- to @toxicvigor's small lies, to whatever hope she had of seeing her benefactor again, blindly. It was dreadfully selfish of her but she -

- was painfully desperate. The demigod who had nurtured her had suddenly upped and left without so much of a goodbye. The - [@toxicvigor]

- young nymph found it extremely hard to believe that the mortal girl had left her. “She's not… /Dead/?” Her voice dropped - [@toxicvigor]

- to a whisper, barely audible. She hated the word. [@toxicvigor]

/ ikindofwanttomakeagodhelp

/ anyway if anybody's online, should i make a god or a minor character?

She took in snow' reply in silence, save for the occasional mumurs to herself as she ruminated on the suggestion. Crossing her arms, -

- her back hunched over slightly as she rubbed at the nape of her neck. “Oh,” she said finally, recrossing her arms again as - [snow]

- she faced snow. “I see. It failed because of me.” Pause. “Can I try again?”

Pushes the satyr forward (but not without a little struggle). Thinks he should do more, talk less. x.com/SATYRISKOI/sta…

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