[As the Moon Rises] While less than ideal, Illumination can't find it in herself to complain about the unexpected relocation to some other fool world. It doesn't have her connections here, nor her research, but apparently it has chrysanthemums. What rapture. What relief. Thank all the lords and little ladies for that saving grace.
As she walks among the locals, she maintains a polite, if aloof presence. She will not dance, thank you, she will politely refuse the local drink. (Do you know how it would affect one of her species? No? Let's not risk it. Instead, you enjoy it. Celebrate, friend. From the sounds of it, you deserve it.) Moon's tits, with the flowers that have been woven into her pulled back hair and a delicate string of buds wound around her horns, if Cynda and Mother Iron could see her now, they'd laugh themselves sick.
With a smile that wouldn't melt butter, she looks to a nearby neighbour and foists a drink off on them: "Here, they keep pressing these into my hand, and I'd rather not."
[Gods Wood] While she may not worship any of the local deities, Illumination certainly believes in them and respects them. (At least until proven otherwise.) She doesn't have much to offer, but spends a little time watching how the people here interact. It seems simple enough: a few kind words, a coin in a bowl, and not even a drop of sacrificial anything. No blood, no wine, certainly none of the messier sorts of sacrifice - what a relief!
[Terebellum] Ah, at last, a school. She doesn't think she'll be able to afford the tuition this term, but perhaps she can ...well, let's be honest. She doesn't really have the people skills to sweet talk anyone, but she has the knowledge and drive. In her experience, the only things really needed for doing well in higher education tends to be high achievement and an immunity to a variety of poisons.
Illumination | OC
While less than ideal, Illumination can't find it in herself to complain about the unexpected relocation to some other fool world. It doesn't have her connections here, nor her research, but apparently it has chrysanthemums. What rapture. What relief. Thank all the lords and little ladies for that saving grace.
As she walks among the locals, she maintains a polite, if aloof presence. She will not dance, thank you, she will politely refuse the local drink. (Do you know how it would affect one of her species? No? Let's not risk it. Instead, you enjoy it. Celebrate, friend. From the sounds of it, you deserve it.) Moon's tits, with the flowers that have been woven into her pulled back hair and a delicate string of buds wound around her horns, if Cynda and Mother Iron could see her now, they'd laugh themselves sick.
With a smile that wouldn't melt butter, she looks to a nearby neighbour and foists a drink off on them: "Here, they keep pressing these into my hand, and I'd rather not."
[Gods Wood]
While she may not worship any of the local deities, Illumination certainly believes in them and respects them. (At least until proven otherwise.) She doesn't have much to offer, but spends a little time watching how the people here interact. It seems simple enough: a few kind words, a coin in a bowl, and not even a drop of sacrificial anything. No blood, no wine, certainly none of the messier sorts of sacrifice - what a relief!
[Terebellum]
Ah, at last, a school. She doesn't think she'll be able to afford the tuition this term, but perhaps she can ...well, let's be honest. She doesn't really have the people skills to sweet talk anyone, but she has the knowledge and drive. In her experience, the only things really needed for doing well in higher education tends to be high achievement and an immunity to a variety of poisons.