<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>Vine fashion (https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/483199956338081793/961079335098404894/image0.jpg)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Friday| April 1st 2050| Midnight<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Good question...a rock tunnel?<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brett| Hound goons<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Wrestling a snake | Meeting someone new<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>What a mess this already was turning out to be. Not only did the sound of the dying wrym not bring her fellow slayers in her direction, but the startling realization she was clearly not in Avantasia brought a pit of uncomfortable confusion to the fae pondering such; this was already leagues out of her wheelhouse, the post celebration mead that was meant for her lips all the more missed. This wasn’t a situation that she cared to find herself in as the flicker of a pouting frown curled across her features, bright pools taking in the man made expanse of stonery and metal that seemed endless around herself to make her nose crinkle in sadness. The very ground itself did not hold the same comforting pulse she knew as what limited plant life that could be found radiated sadly in waves of equestrian discomfort, a lone daisy curled on itself through the cracks of cement to sway haphazardly in the gusts created on the platform. This wouldn’t do. Stooping down to gently touch across its withered petals, the soft glow from her fingertips made the little daisy pulse until it sprang up to its former glory to reflect its pristine white petals and lush green stem. ”Thats better now isn’t it little one?” she’d hum happily to the flower, giving it a soft pet before she stood to her all too imposing height; all four feet of it.<br/><br/>At the very least the group of men had escaped from the immediate danger, although she had been far too curious of just what stories they clearly had to tell. After all they were far stranger a sight than the fae had ever witnessed before. Bringing her thin arms behind her head she’d glance around her surroundings before the realization she wasn’t alone caught her drifting attention, the lone man crumbled on the ground and clearly in distress jogging her own manners as she blinked softly. It seemed that even now her head was still too much in the clouds, the idle thought making her wince some though just as quickly as it appeared, she’d push past such to instead take a step closer. ”Oh no... are you harmed? I’m sorry, here let me..” the easy smile split her plush pout as she dared to extend a hand in Brett’s direction, he looked awfully scared and possibly hurting more than she realized, had she hit him? It wouldn’t be the first time there had been collateral damage, especially when she was having a bit of fun, though the guilt was evident as she tried to give her biggest, sweetest smile she could muster to put the poor priest at ease.<br/><br/>The bark to stay back however made the fae freeze as those doe like eyes of gentle green widened some, a careful glance over her shoulder given as though she expected the man to be saying such to a new enemy and not herself. Offering a tilt of her head the wild mane of crimson wafted around her head as she flashed an equally puzzled expression, a single finger pointed at herself now as she cooed. ”Me? Oh....I would never hurt you I promise. There isn’t anymore danger though I assure you...” she’d hum sweetly, remaining where she was as she instead gave a soft half bow at the hip to Brett. ” I’m sorry for startling you, my name is Poppy Clovergrove... you can call me Poppy if you wish.” Poppy introduced herself formally, flashing a gentle smile before she straightened to glance around.<br/><br/>The longer she stood the more uncomfortable Poppy felt in a strange land so unlike her own, the hard surface of concrete beneath her feet making her shift from foot to foot before she gave her lower lip a soft bite. ”I think I’m lost...I was in a battle alongside my fellow dragon slayers and the suddenly there was a strange light...have you seen others like myself? I wish to find them dearly...” she’d admit sheepishly, a light hand brushing through her hair to begin to twirl a long strand around a digit. Brett’s clear fear of her and wish to leave made the fae nearly wilt under the thought, being left alone causing her heart to clench tightly in her chest as the panic in her own was evident. ” Please... don’t go...I..don’t wish to be alone....” she’d nearly plea, the man seemed harmless and while she knew she had to find her fellow dragon slayers, the aspect of doing such alone made her mind spin.<br/><br/>”Could you please help me? I promise I will not harm you... this land is so strange...are we still within Avatasia?”