this is Salem, a land filled with magic and maladies. It is a place where witches and their elemental familiars gather, a home to legend and
lore that predates time itself. Yet of all the wicked and wonderful stories the past can tell us of, the most magical are the ones yet to happen.
This is Salem - this is the start of your very own journey. Welcome to starfall
Starfall is an animaga witch roleplay set in mostly modern times. Members play as witches in a world plagued by monsters, where the only safe spots are walled cities. Starfall strives to be a character-driven roleplay with expansive lore and a highly interactive plotline. We want to allow members to
create and look back on a magical journey, and mold the site and its plot as their characters grow.
"the vodka came diluted one more line I’m superhuman"
The old woman seemed keen on talking to the young man. It wasn’t unexpected. She had always been very friendly to him ever since his introduction to her through her grandson. She treated him very well. Her aura was always projecting positivity even when it was sometimes filled with worry or a front to hide other emotions. She was truly a kind lady. “It’s going well thank you. I’m just playing babysitter for my sister and her friend.” There was a huff and a shouted grievance from his sister at that idea. She was ten after all and not a child. She was very much mature. Right? At least she though so.
“Oh has he?” The brown haired boy laughed, eyes moving towards his friend watching his aura twist with nervous energy. He seemed very frantic and chaotic. Like a prey animal. Fear. Worry came across his face as he stared at aiden emerson.
”Oh did you try some new recipes?” There she went into the picnic she had planned for her husband and their reluctant grandson. She seemed at least mildly aware of something going on with her grandson, maybe not exactly but she could probably tell something was up.
“Are you okay?” was the question that tried to slip itself into the other boys mind. It sounded worried. He was only partially listening to the grandmother as he waited for a reply. Meanwhile... a storm was brewing with the youngest child.
The ten year old made her way over towards the red headed boy and his grandmother. Her friend was in tow behind her having never met the other witch before, She puffed up her cheeks and gave him an annoyed glare.
”You missed my birthday party.” She seemed especially annoyed. Of course as the youngest child she was the least clues into the fallout of the last few months between her brother and his not boyfriend. She just expected him to be there as her brothers plus one, She wanted to ride his familiar and force him to dance with her, Besides her brother seemed very sad when he had to tell her that Aiden wouldn’t be coming when asked. He owed her. Ten year old logic.
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Rosario laughed easily, praising the young witch for his responsibility. “Not too much trouble I hope?” she said looking back at the child as the little girl protested Charani was doing anything more than escorting her around the holiday. “A few new ones. I think they came out rather nicely!” the woman chirped going off into her explanation of not only the ingredients but also where exactly she had gotten the recipes from. A new cookbook or some such Aiden had brought her from another city. Aiden simply nodded along as she mentioned him before looking back at his friend as he felt that familiar connection click into place. The question rings in his ears and he can only manage a sheepish smile back. ‘Yeah I’m fine.’. Just wholly unprepared, under dressed, and definitely in the wrong mind space to be here so suddenly. After all, for most of the day, Aiden had been planning on taking a nap in the flowers while his grandparents chatted by the lake shore. He was very much lacking that Emerson edge. The look, the state of mind. That sharpness in his words and actions that came from an extreme inner focus he worked up to every morning. [break][break]
Aiden rubbed his arm as he began to patch together an apology to his friend only to snap his eyes towards the young girl and going cold. “I’m sorry?” the ginger blurted out as the smaller girl looked up at him. He racked his brain for the specific moment he had done this. Going through a mental rolladex off invitations he’d set down in his desk drawer to avoid looking at. He remembered the pretty pastel card, and the flourishes on his name. He also vividly remembered on that same day hiding away in his employer’s office, after hours because it ‘was no trouble at all sir.’ “I was working…” he continued weakly, the same excuse he had given Charani so many other times this past winter. Sorry he replied so late. Sorry he missed this. Sorry he couldn’t see him face to face. [break][break]
Rosario’s eyebrows went up. “Aiden, you missed this poor girl’s birthday party?” she asked turning her attention form Charani to her own grandson who under the added attention wanted the earth to physically eat him whole. “I- Well, I-…um, I already had a prior…work…engagement.” Aiden said mumbling most of his words at his shoes. Rosario could tell that was only half true. He still had the same tell now than when he was 10 years younger. “I apologize for my rude grandson. He’s always been like this.” She added. “Why don’t you stop by our blanket for a couple of tarts?” she offered. “I-…I can always come to the next one.” He added trying to dig himself out of the hole.
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[attr="class","a1notes"] Charani Petrov imma pester this boy with one stupid ginger
Post by heath ambroise on Feb 23, 2020 0:58:35 GMT
Before he can take his hand back its enveloped in roughness and Heath is polite enough not to stare. He waits for an explanation that doesn’t come and can only do his part, and look back at his companion mildly confused, but not too uncomfortable. He wouldn’t have pegged him for overly friendly either, but here they were. Heath’s pen moves quickly with practiced ease, and hazel eyes keep watch, flicking between paper and person with a casual smile. “An out of towner huh? Then, are you here just for the festival?” the journalist prodded. He takes pause as the witch continued letting out a small huff. This is why the man was alone. The wild was his lover. It’s been a while since he’d met someone with that kind of attitude.
Heath considered this for a moment, squinting at Bello but not quite remembering anyone like him from home. “You…aren’t from Eclipse Town then? We have a big influence in plantshapers up there. It’s part of the culture.” He wouldn’t call the place incredibly small, but after enough time you got to know your neighbors up there. “I can relate a little. This place brings back memories.” He added with a small nod. There’s a lull in the conversation as Heath takes in a soft, warm breeze and makes a couple of notes on his paper before perking up again. “Did you just intend to relax in the fields today? There’s some witches giving some advanced plantshaping demos to those willing to learn.” He added.
"the vodka came diluted one more line I’m superhuman"
The old woman talked about some book her grandson had given her. That was nice. It was nice how often the redhead thought about his grandparents. How he spoke and was around them. You could feel the love their. An ease absent in their relationship now. A feeling he could no longer sense with aiden emerson.
“Okay, sorry for asking. Your aura is just going crazy right now. But anyway it’s nice to see you. I like the outfit.” He is being mildly lied too but he does have an unfair advantage over the redhead. When unguarded people’s auras usually gave away when they were lying, nervous, afraid, and all these mixed emotions. He was just happy to see him honestly.
“That’s what my brother said when I asked him too. If your gonna be my big brother too you can’t miss any more. Promise?” There was a huff and she turned away pouting only to be appeased by the old woman’s apology and idea of tarts. She turned to the old woman with her friend and both girls beamed at that idea. They cheered very physically and audibly.
“Oh my gods kill me.”The brown haired boy turned a bright shade of red on her remark. He hadn’t meant to send that thought either but telepathy sends what it wants when he is dumb enough to leave the connection open. He was visibky embarrassed at the girl’s implication that Aiden was joining thr family.
Of course they could take it like since he’s her brothers best friend he was like a big brother. He knew she didn’t mean it like that though. She knew she didn’t mean it like that. Aiden‘s grandmother probably knew she didn’t mean it like that. aiden emerson probably even knew that. Well. You never know.
”Oh um... haha that’s so sweet of you.” His laugh was filled with nervous gay energy like hot damn she calling these boys out with her facts and figures. Don’t worry she would embarrass Aiden more later. She had to get him to promise that she’d be the flower girl at their wedding after all. She didn’t get to be one in her older sisters wedding as she was a baby so this was her chance.
If you thought that Ling would be anywhere but where the flowers and festivities are, you would be sorely mistaken. She wakes up bright and early for this, skipping out the bed with the sort of excitement that drives all non-morning people to want to stab her, but it doesn't bother her at all. Because, she's going to Idunn's gardens! Who could be sad with that on the horizon?
Unfortunately, one of her favourite people in the whole wide world is busy today, but the other one isn't - of course she's gonna drag Mr Des along to the flower fields with her. He needs some fresh air, and some time in the sun, and some good company. "Mr Des!" She bursts into the store all but dancing in place, euphoria like sun-gold light spilling from her ribs, eyes bright with glee. Even Valkea trotting along behind her, calm as ever, seems eager for the day. "Mr Des, come on come on come on! The flower fields await!" She bounces towards him for the customary hug, before pulling away to grab his hand, tugging them towards the door.
She's always loved flowers, she loves nature in general, with all it's gorgeous blossoms and leaves and insects and fungi, this cycle of growth and decay that a balanced ecosystem maintains. Spring is a time for sunlight and joy, and Idunn's Gardens embodies everything of a fairytale spring.
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‘No! Sorry if I worried you you!!’ the redhead sent back almost immediately feeling that same drip of guilt. He had promised himself he would try harder to be better for Charani and this was the best he could come up with unprepared? That was an excuse and he knew it. ‘Thanks…you look cute too.’ Then again Charani always looked cute. Put together, cute, calm all things he had admired him for from a distance before working up the nerve to befriend him. Frankly, that had been way easier than anticipated, but he chalked it up to Charani just being a generally nice person. His hands make their way into his pockets where they curl up into tight fists as he tries to get a hold himself under so many pairs of eyes. At the little girl’s ultimatum there’s really only one way he can answer, and the implications of her words send his blood pressure sky rocketing. “Uhh, yeah. I promise.” He forced out as he felt sweat starting to bead at his forehead, and his cheeks burning from more than just the sun above them. [break][break]
As Aiden avoided looking Charani in the eye again, Rosario took the lead as she pointed in the direction Macintosh had taken his rest. They had more than enough food to spare, although unfortunately not enough for the lunch bits. To which, dutifully before Rosario can offer, he stated he would share his lunch if needed. Besides, by the look of him it seemed he wouldn’t be eating much anytime soon. The lip of the tongue echoes in his mind and Aiden can only manage a glance at his poor friend. “Ya’ll hungry? Let’s eat. I think we should. Eat. Now.” The redhead suggested, looking back at his grandmother and beginning to gesture for her to start going. The promise of treats would be a good change in the conversation. ‘If you drop dead, you better take me with you.’ Is all Aiden can manage to send back to his friend as he lifts the hem of his shirt to rub the sweat off his face. [break][break]
It was bad enough he was trying to make things up to Charani. He wanted to go back to a normal state of things and not ruin it further by saying something rash. He didn’t need others pressuring him for an answer either. He couldn’t blame the little girl for thinking what she did though. In retrospect, Aiden and Charani had been closer than what most people would consider just ‘best friends’. He hadn’t noticed before, but he definitely noticed now that, ever since he had bungled things up, they hadn’t been quite like that since.
He casts his eyes down as Heath scribbles on his tiny little note pad. Bello had never been in the newspaper for anything. He wondered if any of his commentary was enough to make the cut. "Aha, well I live here now. Just don't get out much I guess." At this admission, the witch is slightly bashful and fidgets needlessly with his hat. Bello did get lonely but not just for anyone's company. His heart was a hard room to enter. Mostly he called on his childhood to keep him warm at night. He tried his best to stay focused on his plan of action. He was not the type to travel. This little exploration, could have never occurred and Bello would've preferred it to be that way. His knowledge base was big enough, there was little the world had to offer that he was interested in.
For a moment his face balls itself up and then he laughs. "No. no. I'm from Gale Valley." Admittedly, Bello knew little about other towns and cities. He didn't know much about Eclipse Town besides what people whispered. A creepy little place for mole people. Things like that ... could explain why Heath was significantly less tan than he. "Didn't realize plantshaping was a big to do over there. My family owns a farm. So its more of a practical affinity than anything." He says, providing the reporter with a little more context. "Yup. Nothing better than spending a day doing nothing with ole Bessie here." He gave his familiar's side a soft pat and in return she made a small grunt. Her companionship was a joy to him. Bello appreciated someone else to look after him. So often he was the one looking after everyone else it seemed. "Oh a demo. Sounds interesting... if I could manage to get my bones up, then I might go see." For a moment he stiffens his body, allowing all his limbs a moment to stretch. Then, rather unceremoniously, Bello brings himself to his feet. He glances down at Bessie, and holds his hand out as if she could take it. Moving her head away from his gaze, she pretends not to see him. I'll come but don't rush me. He turns back to Heath and smiles wide. "I wouldn't mind learning a trick or to. Not that I even know the basics" He kicks at the ground. Perhaps Heath had assumed this about him. It wouldn't have been an out of the way thing to think about Bello, after all. Heath is taller than Bello expected from the ground. Still he looks down at the reporter.
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This garden was an accumulation of hard work. Aine admired the tenacious nature of plants. How difficult life must be anchored in one spot. To move so slowly in such a fast paced world, their patience was divine. The witch walked slowly through it all. Of all the days to leave the house, this was the best one. Even this light movement, gives her body an aftershock of pain. She may have over done her practice this morning. Aine is sore. Still, this minor inconvenience is not enough to ruin the day for her. It is sweet to see lovers and family and the myriad of events taking place today. How nice it would've been, she thought, to have a lover of her own.
Her thick hair is pulled off of her neck for once. Instead she's gathered it in a dense bun on her head. She did not aim for uniformity, as it was something nearly impossible to achieve. She wrapped her body in silk scarves, allowing the sun to breath through her garments. Aine loved nothing more than a warm day.
The wind carries a voice to her; "Feel free to enjoy some of our tea as you sit and rest a while!" This idea warms her. Aine stops her in tracks and turns her face to find the voice's source. A witch, who to her looks like kin to the clouds in the sky. White hair, white skin, shining particularly bright in this sunny backdrop. Their eyes looked like small pieces of sky. She smiles. "Depends on what kind." Though there are few flavors she would turn down. Tea was apart of her daily ritual, something she saved for the corners of her humble home. Its delicate taste was one of the few things that would improve the day. "Otherwise, I'd love some."
Post by heath ambroise on Feb 23, 2020 3:27:06 GMT
“I see…the city is always attracting new witches.” He said. It was no different with himself, having left home to pursue an education at the university and a job like his father. “Ah, never met anyone from there before. You’re far from home.” Then again there was a way tat Bello’s ruggedness reminded him of a certain blacksmith, but he couldn’t’ remember if the man was from the area or not. “It’s a small place, but it’s surrounded by forest, so a lot of people are plantshapers.” It was kind of an honor to be born with the affinity there. Like good fortune would follow. “Makes sense. I’ve seen a lot of spells that would help benefit farmer’s if you can use them right.” Overdoing it would kill the plant, sure but that’s where experience came in.
“Fair. This is perfect weather for a nap.” Not that he was feeling particularly sleepy, but he was sure he could’ve found a good patch near the lakes, put his jacket over his eyes and knocked out pretty easily. Even an insomniac like him. The sight of the blooms and the nature of the day seemed to flush most of the thoughts that usually buzzed inside his head away. As Bello gets up, he jots down quickly the last scribble in his notepad to compile later.
“Ah, well in my experience the basics are a little weird. It’s just, you know, talking to plants.” He explained with a shrug. Talking was a stretch though. It was more like an understanding of the flora around you. It took a bit of meditating but then again, the area today was pretty great for that right about now. Still people had come to see plantshapers show up. “’Sides you said your family is mostly plantshapers right? It’ll come to you eventually.” He added as he pocketed he the notepad and gestured over in the distance as a few witches in a group. He could see from where they stood the sudden puff of multiple dandelions and the bouncing of marimo balls on the ground. “Look I think they might try showing off the golem.” He added pointing forward.
Bello nods. The city itself lacked any charm that he could see. Still, there was much here. For some witches, he was sure, the city was a sigh of relief. A land that offered much more than the smaller towns many came from. "Please, don't remind me." His voice is a sigh as he tries to hold this bit of knowledge down. This showy display of a holiday was far from the farm. Still, the plant life reminded him of the Valley's heart. The air tasting of sweet and nothing. It was a break from the onslaught of city life. He could've winced at the way it assaulted his senses. A space should only be allowed to hold so many people and so many smells.
Listening came to him naturally, like silence. Bello hummed softly every other sentence of Heath's. "Oh, you know anything about foraging then?" Any space outside settled land was a danger, and he was sure the forest was no exception. However not all plants were domesticated. There were some only the wild held. Their properties be it for healing or potion making were worth the risk to many witches. "Aha. Yah, easier to seed the field with a little magic. That kinda thing. Not, uh, all this." Bello gestures at the garden around them. Not that home was not beautiful, but it was not something they would dare to cultivate. Outside of farming, they tried to leave the land as it came to them.
Bessie has finally ascended. Underneath her, the grass springs back to full mast. It was as if she'd never laid there at all. Their soft pliable stalks could handle more than a little weight. She wishes his tail lazily, flicks her ear as a bug tries to land there. Her dark eyes land on Heath and his notepad. While she'd sat listening to the men's exchange, Bessie had yet to lay eyes on the other half of this conversation. What's his name? Heath. I think he could use a little snack ... oh forget that, maybe a whole meal. Bello smiles wide at this, not in agreeance but at her doting nature. "Yup."
"Oh yah, yah. Never met a plant I ain't like." Bello responds as if this is an answer to anything Heath has said. He takes a moment to readjust his hat then brushes the hair out of Bessie's eyes. She was due for a little maintenance. Finally the reporter makes his note pad disappear. Was that short little, uh, interview all a story really required? Off in the distance Heath points out a group of plant shapers and mentions a golem. "Excuse me, the what?" It is apparent their command of flora, as their immediate environment differs from the rest of the garden. Obviously their doing. Strange Bello thought, how even magic varied from place to place.
"the vodka came diluted one more line I’m superhuman"
“I’m sorry about her. She’s... a little to upfront with what she thinks.” He is sort of like that sometimes. Of course that’s when he’s been drinking so that is very much a different story. Oh well. Time to push away the awkwardness that now permeated the air.
“Good. One step closer to official flower girl status.” The second part was said to her friend with a fist pump... quietly. Well... quiet for a child which was still very much loud and audible. Like a stage whisper. Her and her friend cheered and made their way around the old woman waiting for her to start leading them like adults are supposed to do.
“Let’s go. Onward to food!” She was totally forgetting about their own stuff that was sitting not a few feet from them. It wasn’t much, just a blanket and some snacks for the girls when they got hungry. Still she had totally left they by the wayside for whatever her brothers friends family offered.
“*sigh* I’ll pack up our stuff I guess.” Well he didn’t expect the kids to help him pack up. It wasn’t much anyway. He’d just have to follow behind them.
“Not a chance. I’ll haunt your ass if you even try to die.”The brown haired boy stuck his tongue out at the redhead... not that he was probably even looking at him. He was nearly as red as his hair with the silver tongue of the silver spooned mini socialite in the making. Damn. He should be glad it wasn’t any of the older girls that had a hold of him. He’d be a puddle of embarrassment.
”Get Big brother Aiden to help. Let’s go~.” Her brother sighed at hr new phrase as she spoke to him then to the old woman that would lead them to victory. Just a blanket and some pillows... and a basket of treats. It at least would take long. God this was suppose to be an easy day. Good one.
Post by heath ambroise on Feb 23, 2020 5:31:35 GMT
The pinkette let out a snicker as he looked over the witch’s familiar. He hadn’t meant to disturb her by getting her witch to get up, but she didn’t seem too bothered. She’d been mostly silent this conversation after all. He nodded at his companion. “Yeah. You pick up things from certain people and then you learn something that helps. But it’s easier if you have the knowledge already, so it took a bit of boy scouting to figure out.” He had already foraged for himself for kid stuff like finding snacks in the summer or avoiding poisonous plants but being an underling to a black-market alchemist had provided him further knowledge of the plants he already knew.
“Oh, I see. I’ve never really grown like that for myself. At most it’s a little bit of basil or cilantro. Windowsill herbs.” Not that he cooked often enough to justify doing so, but at least it was green and it was pretty. He liked his window. It was probably the only good thing about his empty apartment. At least he could sit near his plants. When the cow stands up Heath offered a small wave in greeting. “The- the golem. I think they’re playing with some Marimo balls over there but if you’re a good enough plant shaper you can make them come together into a golem. It can carry things…or punch things.” He explained. He hadn’t done it himself, but he’d seen it in action at Lux University during Saturnalia. He hoped that clarified things. “It’s a little more of an aggressive way to use plantshaping I suppose.” He added after a moment as they approached. There were indeed multiple marimo balls, some in jars of water others just rolling freely on the ground, photosynthesizing he imagined. The witch greeted the rest, having spoken to them for a bit before while moving around with the other volunteers. “I’ve brought you an audience. He’s a little older than your targeted demographic but I’m sure that’s fine right?” from the looks of the ground, he assumed most of the spells had been geared towards playing with children.
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‘It’s fine. I’m just glad she’s not that upset with me.’ He returned, only to feel another pang in his chest as his heart slammed in its confines and began to work overtime. If there had been any question as to what exactly the little girl had meant, there truly was no mistaking it now. Rosario beckons the little girls with a laugh, “Oh there’s still a bit of time before that happens.” She knew her grandson had never put much thought into those kinds of things, and he was stumbling forward with it. It would take some time, but he seemed to be moving in the right direction. At least, she could only hope as she looked at her flustered grandson, redder than a fresh tomato. [break][break]
‘You’re ridiculous…’ Aiden shot back at the seer, though his lips picked up a bit in a quiet laugh. As the woman herded the two girls away, Aiden turned to help only to jump slightly in surprise. She had gone so quickly from mad at him to calling him brother it felt like whiplash. Maybe it was in a Petrov’s nature to be overly friendly. “I was planning on it.” Aiden retorted, turning away from the women to help clean up. He supposed they were all picnicking together. Not an entirely terrible outcome as, well, he did like spending time with his friend. “Sorry for crashing your party.” The ginger offered now that the girls were out of an ear shot, and he had a moment to cool down. His ears still looked red but at least the momentary mental image of him and Charani as groomsmen had disappeared from his minds eye. Not that he should even put it there in the first place when he was still telepathically linked. [break][break]
He went for the most cumbersome of the items, pulling the basket out of the way and beginning to help fold up the blanket and grab at the pillow. “Um, for what its worth. It’s good to see you again.” It was always good to see him, but after how he’d acted before he wanted to make sure Charani knew it. He wasn’t going to intentionally avoid the boy anymore. That had done him no favors. He wanted to do what he could to avoid hurting Charani’s feelings again.
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“Thank you thank you. Hold your applause please.” He is watched as the two girls and the elderly woman made their way... well away from the two boys. And now they were alone. Well as alone as they could be outside in a public area.
“It’s all good. It was mostly me entertaining ten year olds so it was not the greatest party I’ve been too.” Thougn he would love to have kids himself... well he really was much to young to be lugging around and dealing with ten year olds. That was for much later down the line after all. Maybe when he grew up a bit more it would be easier.
“You don’t have to force it by the way. Acting like nothings wrong or that it’s suddenly okay again.” At least that was how he was interpreting Aidens actions. “I’m just happy we can talk again... even if it’s really awkward and weird.” He continued to pack up what was left, it didn’t take long though. He grabbed at the basket last as it had the lightest stuff so it was more of an afterthought.
“Besides you’re a pretty bad liar. I can tell... or am I just a good truther? Is that a word? Thruther.” Well he didn’t go to a fancy school or anything like that how would he know. Wait. No wait he did. He’s a rich boy he should know better, the heck.
“Shall we go?”The brown haired boy would allow his friend to lead the way. He didn’t know where they were going really so it was the best option they had. Well. This was nice, ahaha. Good one. Well it was better than not speaking right?
"Ain't done too much foraging myself, was always too busy with other things." Farm work was hard and long work. Still, Bello did have free time. It was just, well like today, his real preference in life was to do nothing at all. He was content for time to pass him by. "Would like to get into though." He nods knowingly, smirking. His earlier suspicions have rung true. "Oh. I expected as much." He puts his finger to his mouth and hums contentedly. "No real growing in the city." Bello shakes his head in mild disapproval. Not directed at Heath, but the situation at large. It was true misfortune. What is the use of magic if it is not in tune with the environment? "Still, even a herb garden can go a far away for medicine and cooking." The man himself was a good cook when he could be bothered to.
Bessie walks at a leisurely pace behind the two men. Curious, she brings herself to Heath's side. Careful, as always, to give enough space to not accidentally bump someone with her horns. She licks her nose and takes a deep inhale. Ah, the smell of new life. Also less notably, the smell of Heath. It was nice to make the company of a nice boy. Bessie generally disproved of Bello's choice of coven and work. He seems nice, maybe you should get a job like this... look at him. Able to enjoy a holiday and earn a wage. Still, she knew Bello had will stronger than steel and a goal in mind. Her gentle nagging was never going to be enough to do more than amuse him. Bello ignored his familiar. Her constant tune of "you should know better" was nothing of importance.
Listening to Heath explain this 'golem', Bello squinted. "Right, right." This spell did sound pretty useful. Maybe in time he could learn it. Having something to defend and help around the farm would invaluable. Bello takes a good look at the scene. These marimo balls were quite cute, he had to admit. They varied in size and somewhat in texture. "Oh. Can I hold one?" He asks, looking around for who was responsible for these sweet babies. "Of course thats fine." Responding to a question that wasn't for him with a wave of his hand. Bello did not care if this was a display for children. He was transfixed by these balls of moss. The magic was secondary to their wonder. "They just look so, soft."