Donna
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Felipe
*The man gave an amused smile as the little girl gave a replication if a servants bow. He gave a look of seeming respect at her, his red hair falling over his shoulders as he have his own bow. If was obvious how she was attempting to give the appearance of a noble, like those from the tails young children had read. The man had read his fair share of fantastical fantasy tails and knew what she was doing. The innocent sparkle of a child's eyes was something that lit up even the darkest of souls. As the little girl seemed to be distracted by something in her own mind he briefly let his green spring-colored eyes flick to his surroundings. Observing the other more apprehensive individuals.*

"Liza it is? What a beautiful name, perfectly deserving of such a noblewoman as yourself! Truly it is my honor to grace your presence." *He said as he took her dainty fingers and pressed a fake kiss to the small digits. Not that a little one such as herself would know the difference. Pausing he released her hand and looked over at the shaggy haired child that ran up and interrupted the two.* "What an astute observation of you, although I'm sure you know it was rude to cut her off like that. But may I ask to know what your name is?" *The man asked as he paused and looked over at the woman he had noticed earlier singing and playing with the children. Noting the smug grin he smiled at the pair, surprised by the sudden smell of rosemary growing stronger, not that he minded it surpsingly.*

"Oh well if you eat good and are a good child I'm sure you will be as tall as I am. Is that woman really a witch as you so claim?' *He asked with a note of amusement as he returned the sheepish smile with a gentle one of his own. Despite being on one knee he extended a hand to the woman in a polite greeting.* "My apologies to interrupt you and the children here. I'm Fredrick Fancisco but most call me Fran, I was stopping by to see if the orphans here needed anything especially in the cold here."
Charles
**Liza:** "Why thank you!" *Little Liza chirps, now blushing brighter than the red winter ornaments that the townsfolk often hang on their trees.*

**Tommy:** "I was't cutting er' off!" *The boy promptly protests to such an accusation! He was simply taken by surprise by the strangers godly height. If he had height like that, he would be admired even in the capitol. The ladies would simply swoon if he grew up so big!*
"O-oh I am Tommy!" *He then answers, stammering as he nearly lost himself to the ideas of adventure and most importantly. The ideas of what happens when you become famous adventuring.*

*Then the kids all look at each other before looking back towards the pink haired lass. Their gaze dances between one another and soon all three are sent giggling. Liza covering her mouth, Tommy grinning from ear to ear and the last child shooting a glare at Fran. How dare he speak to her, no, assume such a vile assumption of her!? His fist curl but the child knows better than to challenge a man over four of his own body-sizes tall. So he lets all of that anger go in a single huff, opting to keep quiet as his friends laugh amongst themselves.*

"No!" *Little Tommy laughs through, giving a shake to his head.* "The with has ash covered white skin, a long nose and smell of dead rat!" *He laughs again, to of which Lisa joins him.*

**Esme:** "I-I am just a potion seller nearby. The rumors are that the witch of the woods can grant wishes if you pay the price." *The woman stammers as her gaze flutters between Fran's own and the ground, unable to decide where she should look.*
"Which none of you should be thinking about."

*The irony of this situation, a witch that smell so vile and is so cruel granting wishes. It's an oxymoron and obviously untrue. Well... Mostly. Esme doesn't find herself particularly cruel and without realizing it. She has reached up to rub the side of her nose. Not too long she imagines too and if it were her opinion, she smells quite nice. But it is a rumor that must be kept up. Miracle worker? Perhaps that falls in line with wishes. But she cannot have a single child- no, a single mortal stepping foot in the Far Lost Spirit Woods. It is her domain and it is just as much for her safety as it is there. So it's better that they can giggle about it now, imagining her to be a cruel monster. It makes bringing gifts and supporting them easier.*

"The orphanage is never short of needing supplies and as funny as this talk of the witch is..." *The woman hums before her voice becomes a bit more serious as her gaze is finally brought up to meet Fran's.*
"It's best you ignore their stories too. Every year there are many cases of missing people because they venture off into those woods. Unexplained things... Should stay that way."

*Her words are a bit odd. Though she is not commanding in anyway, Esme is trying to make it clear that no curiosity is worth visiting. She has never seen this man before, at least not near the orphanage. Sure, she cannot dictate who goes in those woods and while the man's height is quite spectacular, as well as his looks. She has no reason to believe him to be anything but mortal, just one blessed. Even if the truth were to be revealed to her right here and now. Esme would want to avoid it and while her smile is wary, she still remains welcoming even if her words are misplaced.*

"A-anyways..." *She stutters, her line of sight broken as her gaze is shot downcast again.*
"I think they need more blankets. The healing potions I provide keep all of their glowing faces healthy each year."

**Tommy:** "They taste like shrawberries! I love Miss Esme's poshions." *The boy chirps as he nearly looks ready to jump and take off at short notice.*
"I hope they make me tall like him."