<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>Brett’s place!<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Brett<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Content<br/><hr/><br/>”Yes let us retire for the evening!” Poppy practically cheered as she gave a bounce on the balls of her feet, that despite the outward display of energy that radiated off of her being, the slayer was all too ready to finally rest. It felt as if a full lunar cycle had passed since she last could shut her eyes, although the safe haven of her typical abode would be missed, she was curious how a bartender lived. ”You may call me Poppy if you like...I’d admit I’d prefer it.” the fae cooed gently as the chaos of the evening had left what introductions misplaced, although she was fairly certain she was most to blame for the lack of manners. Regardless the quip was masked with a soft yawn escaping the pout of her lips, a small hand raising to pat the center lightly as they walked. Brett was quite the strange fellow with all his rules and such, but the disarming kiss to the cheek had been amusing. Perhaps in this world the welcoming and gratitude of the gesture was marred some? Her own kind felt no such flustering under such...although perhaps he did bare some resemblance to others as the reaction hadn’t surprised her much.<br/><br/>Stifling another yawn with a soft coo Poppy used what little energy she had left to take the stairs two at a time, balancing on her tip toes as she kept up with the tired man. The strange set up of his home peeked her interest as curious eyes glanced around, a series of doors all looking the same seeming almost to be a means of protection to the fae, after all an enemy could become confused by so many similar housings would they not? Stepping through carefully as the door was opened Poppy found a brief second wind as she was greeted with a comfortable place of residence, the various furnishings tempting the fae to touch<em>touch</em>everything, but she managed to control herself, less she get another scolding.<br/><br/>The couch he spoke of looked harmless enough as even while he spoke the slayer was already walking towards it, giving it a careful inspection before she gave the cushion a poke. Feeling the softness her smile split further as all at once she flopped down on it with a giggle, her petite form giving a few exploratory bounces before she seemed confident. ”It is most pleasant! I fear I will never wake from such comforts.” Poppy happily squealed, falling onto her back with a satisfied sigh, her short form easily fitting to allow herself to lounge as she hummed to herself. Poking her head up briefly as Brett apologized and stated he was going to the bathroom, she simply smile in response, after all he had just as difficult of an evening as she had. ”It is understandable, please tend to yourself I will not touch anything.” Promising with a nod the slayer nuzzled into the offered pillows with a slightly more thoughtful smile, hugging the pillow to her chest as she thought.<br/><br/>She only hoped her friends were in just as comfortable company, another hug given before the effortless wane of her vines and leaves began to fall away from her figure, the blanket only half adjusted across her thighs as before she could conjure up another thought she was sound asleep.<br/><br/>