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== Story == | == Story == | ||
<div class="section-text"><table class="styled-table mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Task</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td | <div class="section-text"><table class="styled-table mw-collapsible mw-collapsed"><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Task</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: Name'>Serenade Poppy Seed</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: Description'>Take Poppy to the Lover's Laugh in Loverwood and play the lute. Use the Follow command on interact to lead her.</td></tr><tr class="table-header"><th colspan="2">Dialogue</th></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: 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.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td | Well, little caterpillar, you have a long tunnel to dig.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: 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. | 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. | 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.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td | I didn't say my parents were any good.</td></tr><tr class="table-row"><td style='width: 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? | 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.</td></tr></table></div> | A girl might then know of the sweetest songs and stop her wandering the land.</td></tr></table></div> | ||
[[Category:NPC]] | [[Category:NPC]] | ||
Revision as of 17:54, 21 February 2024
| Sprite |  |
|---|---|
| Age | 21 |
| Haven | Summerdown |
| Location | Naida's Glory |
| House | Beulah |
| 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 | |
|---|---|
| Serenade Poppy Seed | |
| Take Poppy to the Lover's Laugh in Loverwood and play the lute. Use the Follow command on interact to lead her. | |
| Dialogue | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |
| 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. | |