Larksong Grotto and walkin's what they'll do

The thought of the now pristine man being yellow made Isabella smile. It was an unusual punishment, yes, and if she were watching it in the moment, she'd probably find it somewhat harmful, but in the form of a story—where even the teller was grinning—she found herself enjoying the hilarity of it.

Standing once more from where she sat, Isabella moved closer towards Oren, dipping her head in a polite fashion: Thank you for sharing your stories with me, Oren Kosar, she said his name with a wide grin. But unfortunately, I must keep moving. It was a pleasure meeting you.

Part of her hoped that they would one day meet again. So, with a smile and a friendly boop of their noses, should he allow, she'd turn away from the grotto, trotting down south.

exit isabella !! thank you for the thread <3