Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20160605202324/@comment-5543592-20160608014233

"Well we don't want to anger the fairies now do we." Crimson said, scratching his chin. He was silent for a few moments, before continuing.

"I met Whistles a good few years ago, near Chorrol.  I had left home recently and was mucking about through the forest when I ran into him.  He was doing horse things, eating dirt and stuffs, and then just sort of noticed each other and got to talking.  He needed my help, and I needed his, so we made a mutual agreement, of sorts.  It became a friendship and here we are today, long story short."

He looked at the bottle in her hand. "Ya going to drink you apple juice?"