Northstar Vale six saintly shrouded men

It was a good thing he would not spurn the company of a cleric, for his favorite of the lot of them was moving rapidly toward him now. Anemone trailed him, her tail waving impishly behind her. She was no jester as he was, but she had half a mind to sneak up on him... ah, no, that would be silly, wouldn't it? Anemone did not frequently play games as she once had in their youth... there was a seriousness to her that shrouded her hunger for amusement. That, and Narcissus took out plenty of her energy in breathing alone. It was not a bad thing. He, despite his wild and playful outlook, kept her down to earth and most importantly sane. She did not really know how to be funny. The attempt itself might be amusing if it were not downright dismal.

Throwing discretion to the wind, Anemone quickened. She too had been ranging, but the L'amour had another interest at hand in that moment. When he came into her line of sight, she woofed loudly, her tail waving all the quicker. His twin thought she had given him plenty of time to settle in before bombarding him as she always had with her presence, though he equally bombarded her. Perhaps he would soon be well enough to wander with her in search of Thorne, the only thing missing from the otherwise picture perfect moment.