<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/0F0Ny1C.jpg?1)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>La La Daiza</em></span>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=308778.msg15006913#msg15006913)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial;"><strong>Tagging:</strong> Theokleia, NPCS<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Precinct Two: The Radu Family Boat House<br/>HP: 24/24 | AC: 18 | Spell DC: 13 | Spell Slots: 1st - 4/4  2nd - 2/2</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>La La sucked her trunk in to hug against herself as she gallumphed up the creaky walkway.<br/><br/>"Oh um," she began a bit timidly, "Oak seeds actually travel quite far you see, that's what the acorns are for! You see the uh, oak tree needs a lot of space and light so it wouldn't do for it's own young to have to grow up in its shadow! In fact some make it all the way from my little plot to the rubble belt!" She said happily, then realized this completely contradicted the point that the minotaur was trying to make and suddenly felt self-conscious. "Er, um, but, that's only the oak trees in my gardens..." she said hesitantly, leaving open the obviously not at all realistic possibility that Aranus had meant some other type of oak tree.<br/><br/>Thankfully there was a distraction in the form of lovely glassware. La La loved glasswork! She was saving up gold to buy her own glassblowing equipment, to use in the traditional loxodon style of blowing into the tube with ones trunk rather than the mouth. The merry trumpeting would put joy and love into the glassware! At least according to the teachings of Mat'Selesnya. She smiled eagerly at all of the pretty examples, memorizing patterns and styles to try out herself someday.<br/><br/>La La raised her trunk in a wiggling wave to the woman seated uncomfortably on her father's 'throne.' Her trunk paused mid-wiggle as the woman lurched to her feet and towered over the already rather tall La La. The bulky loxodon rarely felt small, but quite often felt intimidated, so at least some of this was normal for her.<br/><br/>"Uh ah, oh, uh, ah, Poxy, yes." She stammered in reply, letting out a nervous little trumpet at the end, then clapping her hand over the end of her trunk in embarrassment, eyes wide and then staring down at her feet, which somehow despite being massive round things were shuffling nervously.<br/><br/>"D-d-d-d-duh-decoy?" She stammered, suddenly realizing what was going. "I, ah," she raised a finger as if for a chance to be called on to give her input on this when suddenly she was being patted and her robe pulled out in a very awkward inspection. She let out another trumpet, this one more nervous and loud than before, but was too timid to actually tell the woman to stop!<br/><br/>"Um. Um." War face? Well perhaps she could paint especially fierce colors? Oh, no that's not what she meant!<br/><br/>"Um, ah, rawr?" She tried, scrunching up her features in hope she would randomly hit on something that qualified as a 'war face.'<br/><br/>She was beginning to wonder if this was a bit excessive to ask of someone just for a permit to grow taller plants in their garden!