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<tr><th>Sprite</th><td><img src="https://wiki.kynseed.com/resources/assets/sprites/npcs/sprites/76_start.png"></td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Age</th><td>21</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Haven</th><td>[[Summerdown]]</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Location</th><td>[[Naida's Glory]]</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>House</th><td>[[Beulah]]</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Family</th><td>NPC_FAMILY</td></tr> | |||
<tr><th>Traits</th><td>NPC_TRAITS</td></tr> | |||
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== Sprites == | == Sprites == | ||
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Revision as of 16:17, 21 February 2024
| Sprite |  |
|---|---|
| Age | 21 |
| Haven | Summerdown |
| Location | Naida's Glory |
| House | Beulah |
| Family | NPC_FAMILY |
| Traits | NPC_TRAITS |
Sprites
| Baby | Kid | Adult | Elder |
|---|---|---|---|
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Gifting
| Likes | Dislikes |
|---|---|
 Spicy Clucking Soup |  Nightberry |
 Everyman's Salad |  Cabbage |
 Egg |  Parsley |
Story
| Task | |
|---|---|
| Name | Serenade Poppy Seed |
| Description | Take Poppy to the Lover's Laugh in Loverwood and play the lute. Use the Follow command on interact to lead her. |
| Dialogue | |
| Friendly | Well, you are a silky-voiced siren. I wonder if the little caterpillar is trying to dig its way into my garden? Well, little caterpillar, you have a long tunnel to dig. |
| Like | What do you think you will come back as after you pass into nature?
I think I will make a beautiful bird. Something colourful with a wonderful song. My parents taught me how to sing. My father was a bard, and my mother was a songstress. We travelled the land and lived off what people would throw at us. I didn't say my parents were any good. |
| Love | And so the caterpillar enters the apple of my heart and sleeps there. You have a way of burrowing that makes a girl want to lead you to a quiet glade and lay amongst the bluebells as I listen to your song.
Would you do that? Would you take me to a secret glade and fill me with your music? A girl might then know of the sweetest songs and stop her wandering the land. |