[ And upon that beach not far away is a quaint white cottage with a wyvern that might look familiar but a woman that does not. Rose was tending to the new hydrangeas she's been growing up since the weather got warm but pauses once Pebbles begins trotting off along the sand. ]
Pebbles, what-? [ Was it one of the dogs, maybe, wanting to chase? Rose squints across the way to see a (what she believes to be) known head of green hair. ] Oh. Hey, Flayn.
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Pebbles, what-? [ Was it one of the dogs, maybe, wanting to chase? Rose squints across the way to see a (what she believes to be) known head of green hair. ] Oh. Hey, Flayn.
What brings you out here?