<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/958734267075133490/image0.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Poppy Clovergrove (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=341089.0#lastPost)<br/><strong>Dragon Type:</strong>Wood<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Sunflowers (https://www.pinterest.com/pin/345369865188070027)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday| April 1st 2050|8:40 pm<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Golden Peach Chinese |downtown | Raven city<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brett, Sashiko<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Soda rush<br/><hr/><br/>The bubbly sugar teased at her senses in a way that no other sampling had ever, the fae certainly taking an obsessive liking to such much like the bubble gum Brett had introduced her to previously. Who knew this world could create such things and actually sell them so casually! In fact Poppy had been fairly certain in the beginning her pink wad of sugar had been a delicacy fit for a king, although the mortal had informed her more than a few times that was not the case. Happily humming as she took another eager sip, the sudsy nectar made her feel decades younger, although her caffeine high certainly was a matter of a different kind entirely.<br/><br/>Sashiko’s polished and poised reaction made Poppy giggle some, even not as pleased her fellow slayer seemed far more practiced even in unknown arts. The pet across her wild mane of her ponytail to her shoulder did little but make the fae hiccup and playfully nudge against her hand, trying to keep her energy from being too much, although she felt she could take on an entire horde and was willing to do so right at this moment. With their supper in the works Poppy was excited to have further conversations of the world they had found themselves within, Brett’s explanation of wars being fought without the general population affected making the fae raise a brow as she paused in her bouncing to raise a slender brow. ”Are there not those whom fight for those unable? You speak of crime and violence, although not like our own, but how does one live knowing others are in woe?” Poppy mused against the rim of her soda, sipping slower now as the conversation shifted to a more serious tone.<br/><br/>Although education and working was known in their realm, the way of the glen that was her own certainly had no use for such. Being a dragon slayer was her only occupation one could say, but aside from quests the concept went over the red head’s head. ”Does one only have two such options? What of adventure?” Poppy cooed, the raise of Brett’s cheer not lost on the slayer as she happily mimicked such with a giggle. As amusing as it all was though, the thought of actually getting a job should they remain here for longer did make Poppy quite curious.<br/><br/>”What such jobs could we actually acquire here? Are there different classes, perhaps sword play or botany?”Poppy mused tapping the center of her lips with the can, her bouncing soon resuming.<br/>