and we'll forget this solemn day, we'll always be young again
Leafchange did bring more clouds to Torchline – it made it far more bearable for the Ascended to find himself among the streets of Haulani and the markets. Here, he’s searching for good quality fishing line – something to work with that they don’t have in the Grounds, something he’d promised Wessex he’d try to find. If nothing else, it would make for something quite useful to those that remained in the Grounds when it came to the Oasis, wondering idly how many people would try to use it to catch Dreamfish, before he’s pulled out of his thoughts when the merchant addresses him.
He flashes a small smile, careful to hide his fangs, carefully hiding his metal arm even with the long sleeve he wears paired with a delicate set of leather gloves. “A couple of spools of fishing line.” He requests, wondering what it would take to get the merchant to release such an item, debating where to start when it came to charming the man.
He flashes a small smile, careful to hide his fangs, carefully hiding his metal arm even with the long sleeve he wears paired with a delicate set of leather gloves. “A couple of spools of fishing line.” He requests, wondering what it would take to get the merchant to release such an item, debating where to start when it came to charming the man.
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