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Character Portrait: San Character Portrait: Arua Character Portrait: Lyra Alula
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"I must be dreaming, because I don't believe in ghosts."


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Adonis nodded, “I’m sure she would. She’s been cooped up here most of the day,” Adonis rose from the desk, he had been busy using ink and quill to fill out the paperwork that demanded his attention. He smiled as he brought San down, who pattered happily on all four’s down the stairs to sit across from Nieve, her tail wagging eagerly like a puppy. Her horns glittered in the midday light and the monster licked her lips, leaning forward to sniff whatever it was Nieve was doing. She whined, wanting to help, but not knowing how. Adonis set down paper and ink, “she’s quite good at this, I think it makes her feel useful.” He went to sit down at his own desk as San got to work, drawing all of the herbs and ingredients that Nieve had on the table. She stuck her tongue out of her mouth between sharp fangs. Her expression was nothing short of adorable as she worked on depicting what it was Nieve was doing.

When it was done, San nudged the photo forward with her nose, her tail swishing once more. Did Nieve like it? San wondered. Lyra too, had returned from a day of quests and sat across from them, “I brought this, I thought we all might try some.” A small tart that had yellow, lemon custard and crunchy meringue on top. “Here San,” Lyra cut off a slice. “Crust, lemon, meringue.” She pointed to each piece, then sliced off some for Nieve and at last, a piece for herself. Lyra’s hands were shaking, ever so slightly, if you looked closely. No doubt the banshee had, had a vision of a death. She had learned early on that divulging to others of their doom would not stop it, it would merely change how they met their end. She remained silent of it, of course, instead, indulging in sweets to stop the terror.

San sniffed the tart uncertainly, it smelled sour. “Lemon,” she parroted, looking between Lyra and Nieve to see if it was for eating, sniffing, or something else. “You eat it,” Lyra mocked eating to show her. San licked it tentatively, “try this,” she pushed a spoon towards San, who held it in her fist, wondering what she was supposed to use it for. “Hmm, I guess it really is too early for that.” San licked the spoon, cringing at the taste. “Bad!” She placed the spoon down and licked the tart again, taking small bites, as she was uncertain if she liked the lemon or not. “Silly girl,” someone said from behind them. It seemed that the Guild was already becoming fond of their new pet. San’s Tail swished, deciding that she enjoyed the flavor and she began to take nibbles, unable to gobble it down because of the sour lemon.

“I’ve realized,” Adonis cleared his throat, coming up from behind them once more, “that San is quite trainable.” He pat her head, the monster making a sound between a purr and a mewl of delight. “I think she could become quite useful, even if she can’t yet communicate properly.”