Living in a Fantasy
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Thread Topic: Living in a Fantasy
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"short goat person" I'm dead lol))
Jersey let out a small sneeze. "So remind me, why are we here, exactly?" -
"Oh!" Ariawyn exclaimed. "Right. I wanted to stay here for the night. I don't think you could handle the trolls."
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Jersey's ears flattened and he looked somewhat scared. "Trolls?"
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Ariawyn grinned. "I forgot you came from another place." She gestured above. "Yes. At night, the trolls roam."
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Jersey made a disapproving "hrrrm" noise and sneezed again. "I don't take well to dust," he said in a stuffy voice.
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Ariawyn pursed her lips. "Better than then being ripped apart limb from limb." She yawned. "Try to get some sleep." Then she curled up in the corner and fell asleep.
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Jersey shuddered at the thought, before brushing out a relatively clean area to bed down for the night. Miserably, he curled up and waited for sleep to overtake him.
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Ariawyn woke up to pounding on the trapdoor. She sprang up without a sound and crept over to Jersey. "Wake up!" she hissed. She could tell it was day, so it wasn't trolls walking on the trapdoor. It was someone who knew her home was there.
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Jersey blinked and suppressed a powerful sneeze when he heard the banging. He tilted his head curiously at Ariawyn, expecting an explanation.
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Ariawyn held up a finger, motioning for quiet. She quietly drew her bow and loaded an arrow onto it. She crept to the other side of the room and lightly tapped a root sticking out. It responded to her touch almost immediately and drew back into the ground. She let out a sigh of relief.
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"Is it safe?" Jersey whispered, flicking his ears to get rid of the unsettled dust on them.
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"Of course!" she whispered. "If there's anyone I can trust, it's my plants."
The root came back holding a small copper key and Ariawyn took it and strided quickly over to a small door, hidden by a tapestry. She unlocked it using the key and it creaked open, revealing a damp tunnel. -
Jersey's ears pinned back at the sight of the dank tunnel. "Do we have to go in there?"
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"It's either this or whatever's trying to get it," she said, gesturing to the trapdoor. "Your choice, goat boy."
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"My name is Jersey," the satyr said in an injured tone, ducking his head down all the same as he fearfully glanced at the trapdoor.
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