Ask Farmer Pen

Nothing weird going on here! Just a little dude taking care of his farm~ Wants to answer some questions to practice the human language... (I can't draw but still wanted to join in on the OC farmer fun! Feel free to ask questions to Pen or just talk to him! I made him just for a little more humor in the valley, I suppose! please don't feel any anxiety over dropping in an ask or to rp with this blog!!! I WANT YOU TO)

[scotchymemes]

Intimidation Meme

Sometimes it’s difficult for people to seek contact with each other because they can feel intimidated by others. Using this meme, you can send the symbols to my askbox that represent to you how intimidating I am to you. This way, it could be more clear to both sides how things are based on these feelings.

😗 - YOU ARE THE SOFTEST BEING. 😀 - I’m not afraid of reaching out to you. 😃 - To me, you are easy to approach. 😊 - I think you are a really friendly person. 😶 - I’m not sure if I can reach out to you. 😐 - You seem a little distant from others. 😓 - I feel like you would not really like me. 😲 - I’m afraid of reaching out to you. 😟 - I wish I had the courage to start talking to you. 😥 - I am very intimidated by you. I wish it wasn’t that way, because you seem cool. 😫 - I admire you from the sidelines because you seem cool and I’m just a dork. 😧 - Senpai, notice me???? 😦 - I feel really insecure when I want to reach out to you. 😨 - You intimidate me….a whole damn lot. 😭 - I wish I could be your friend but to me, you are so hard to reach out to. 😱 - I am so incredibly intimidated by you, it even makes me a little anxious sometimes. 💀 - OH MY GOD DON’T EAT ME PLEASE

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen is a very intimidating alien if I do say so myself 😈

[ask-farmer-pen]

“Oh- hey there little guy!” Thea smiled, bending her knees slightly to meet Pen’s height. “I’ve never seen you around before, my name’s Thea! I live on a farm up over by the community center!” She gestured in that direction with her arms. “Maybe you could come over sometime! We can plant flowers or baking something!” (Ask-sunsethills)

Pen enthusiastically greets Thea back, wondering what this “baking” situation is and very hopeful to learning what it is. @ask-sunsethills

[ask-farmer-pen]

pen you are so wonderful, and i love your hat! this might be a weird question, but... you don't eat any of the wild things you forage? do you eat at all, actually?

Pen tries to think about what it is like eating the thing he forages, but doesn’t think that makes any sense.

He does look quite amused by the idea though!

[ask-farmer-pen]

"Shouldn't be out in broad daylight"? How well does the precious jellybean, also know as Pen, get along with Krobus? Even if they can't get along, they can probably share some similarities. :)

Here is Pen and Krobus together in the sewer together! Pen is a little tall so he has to bend down.

Pen and Krobus both have a hard time communicating in general, but they somehow can bond over that. Pen has learned a lot about how to speak from Krobus in exchange for items from the surface!

Pen will often visit Krobus during the day and they will play throughout the sewers. Pen will leave during the night time and bring back things from the surface for Krobus’s delight! Overall, they get along quite well!

[ask-farmer-pen]

After seeing the height difference between Barclay and Pen I just had to draw something too! @ask-blue-moon-farms​

I imagine Pen wanted Barclay to do something with him and now is pleading like a 5 year old after being told no, tugging on his arm. 😂

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

(I was doing a height comparison between Barclay and @ask-farmer-pen and it evolved into this lol)

[ask-farmer-pen]

Oh my goodness this is so cute!

Its not everyday you get a new and smol alien child

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

The boards of the pier creaked quietly as Barclay sat down on the lakeside pier. He stared up the moon, now partially hidden behind the pale blue of the sun lit sky, silently expecting it to change again. When it did not, he sighed, his eyes shifting towards the much livelier water.

He reached into his jacket, pulling out a pair of silver coins. He examines each side for a moment as if he hadn't examined them countless times before. On one side of the coins there was a fanged skull, identical to his belt buckle. On the other side was a horse skull and a scythe, a reminder of his old job...

He sighed

Barclay separated them, gripping one of the coins tightly in one hand, and rolling the other one along the fingers of his free hand.

You can tell that there's something on his mind...

~

OPEN RP start! Everyone welcome!

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen has always been more active at night, finding it much easier to travel between places when nobody is watching. He knows not everybody is nice to strange little blue creatures like him, so he has done his best to only reveal himself to certain people.

But this little alien came to Earth for a reason- because he can not deny how curious he is, and honestly, seeing a broad figure sitting at on the pier peeked his curiosity more than anything.

Carefully he creeps up behind Barclay, as silent as he possibly can be, peeking over his shoulder to see the two coins.

"Wh2t do y6u have the7e?" He asks in a broken tone, the sentence flowing unnaturally from his mouth despite his best efforts, breaks and hiccups littering it. Yet, the language barrier doesn't scare off Pen from this nee stranger. Instead, the little blue alien stands beside Barclay with his hands behind his back and his hat reflecting the moon's light off of its shiny, glass and metal material, his eyes wide with curiosity.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay stopped rolling the coin, confusion overtook him as he turned and looked at the source of the strange voice

"Uh... Howdy", Barclay said, still processing the strange accent

He realized what the small alien had asked and looked down at his coin

"Its one of my lucky coins", he answered, "got a lot of sentimental value... among other things..."

Barclay planned to spend the day telling folks about his past and letting them spread the word, but he had a feeling it'd be better to hold off on that for now...

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen keeps a straight expression for a second, examining Barclay's face for a moment. His little nubby hands drop to his sides and he squints his eyes, slowly leaning in towards Barclay before rolling back on his heels, away from him.

"I get it," Pen smiles, his innocent demeanor returning to him. He lifts his arm and sets his hand on Barclay's shoulder, saying the first thing that comes to mind, believing it is what a human would say. "Luck is powerful, and you are doing well."

Pen doesn't know if he is sensing Barclay's emotions properly, but he notes the uneasy expression Barclay was holding before he came over, lost in thought. He hopes he said the right thing.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay let a barely audible chuckle. He was all too familiar with the power of luck.

"Yeah... a couple of lucky charms never hurt to have. Especially when they're a gift... Technically these aren't even coins... They just look like coins at the moment..."

It occurred to Barclay that he sounded somewhat insane. He shrugged, and decided that it'd be best if he just showed Pen what he was talking about.

He held the coin up between his finger and thumb, allowing the moonlight to bounce off it. In a manner of seconds; the coin melted and wrapped around his arm, trailing down until it nearly reached his elbow. The strange substance fully engulfed his lower arm, then it began to change shape and harden.

When the process was done, a heavy gauntlet rested upon his arm like a metal shell. He rolled his wrist for a moment, showing off the fact that he still had full motor control.

"Not particularly proud of my old assassin gig... But I got some damn good gear out of it..."

Barclay didn't even register the fact that he had just admitted what he used to be, he was too busy admiring the gauntlet on his arm

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen blinks in awe at the metal moving as liquid as water, expanding and stretching before rehardening into a new form. His curiosity peeked, and not really understanding what an "assassin" is, he plops down beside Barclay. His feet dangle off the edge of the pier as he admires the gauntlet too, mimicking Barclay's expression.

First, he mumbles to himself in his own garbled language, sounding as if rocks are stuffed in his mouth and slowly spilling out. After a moment he realizes what he said didn't make sense, so he clears his throat and tries again, his broken up voice returning. "Ev3n my ship c2n't transform that smoothly."

"I did not know 3arth was so advan2e," he admits, having seen all of Pelican town and knowing how plain it is- technologically behind. Watching Barclay's gauntlet transform was the most impressive thing he has seen so far on Earth, reminding him of what he left at home.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay smirked as Penn admired his gauntlet. They were something he never got to discuss before.

"I don't think my gauntlets count as Earth tech. They're magic; gifts from some fellas called the Aesir, a group of gods that are few in number"

'No thanks to me', he thought to himself as he formed the gauntlet into a shield

"Wait", he said questioningly, "Does your kind have gods? I don't know if God's and magic are just an Earth thing or not..."

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen is memorized by the metal transforming all over again, barely blinking as he watches and learns, soaking in Barclay's words like a sponge.

His concentration is broken by Barclay's question, forcing him to blink and think to himself for a moment, glancing between the water, sky, and Barclay. He is pondering the word "gods" and its meaning, assuming whatever Barclay is referring to must be very powerful to have created such an item, with this power source he is unfamiliar with: magic.

"We have Bozeta. They are like tit2ns or t6tems. I'm un7ure," he admits, his smile falling away slowly as he thinks about it. "So yes, we do. They aren't very n4ce."

Pen appears so harmless that its hard to even imagine something similar to him being not very nice. He continues to watch the metal flow into the shape of a shield, finding enjoyment in watching it, as if it is a good distracting from other things in his mind.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay sighs

"Yeah... From what I've seen and heard, Gods and things of that nature are rarely good... That's why you gotta cherish the ones that do decide to be good"

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen looks at Barclay with eyes full of pure, child-like admiration. Pen feels like he has already learned so much from just hearing him speak, which he greatly appreciated since he decided to come to Earth in order to learn more about life.

"Are the o6es on Aesir goo3?" He asks. "They gave you that c6in. They mu7t be nice."

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

"I'm not sure", he admitted, "I've only three Aesir before... I worked for Mimir for a year, vaguely knew Magni , and fought his brother, Modi"

Barclay opened his other hand, looking at the lucky coin that rested there.

"This gift was a... uh... diplomatic peace offering from Magni..."

He paused, hoping that this was a good enough explanation

"Also the Aesir live on Earth now", he added, changing the subject, "They used to live in a place called Asgard but it... well... Got blown up thousands of years ago..."

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen frowns at the thought of a planet getting blown up, the image leaving a displeasing look on his face. "That's sad."

"3arth is a nice pla2e to live. They sh6uld like it," he mentions, trying to think of happier thoughts. "I like it."

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay smiles

"Its pretty messy, but yes..."

The gauntlet melted, reshaping itself back into its coin form, resting in Barclay's palm

"It is a wonderful little place..."

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen hums in response, his legs swinging back and forth over the edge of the pier. He sits in silence for a few moments, thinking about all the things he loves about Earth.

Suddenly his hat makes a deep sound, the lights embedded inside the glass dome lighting up and beginning to flicker.

Shhhrrrruuup- his hat goes as the lights flicker, bouncing around the glass dome.

"I have to go," Pen says, slowly standing up next to Barclay. "Thank you," he lifts his hand and pats Barclay on the shoulder, a big smile across his face, the lights in his hat continuing to blink.

[starflyfarm]

Hi! I’m new to the community and I was wondering if you had any sdv ask blogs you’d recommend I check out?

(hi hewwo!!! welcome my dude!! its sweet that ur askin me <:) but CLEARLY the only ask blog u need is mine JFHDJKG)

(real talk tho i ont think im all too well versed in the sdv ask blogosphere esp. since i have intense like. follow anxiety so i havent really Actually followed anyone but! @buen-aire-farm and @askcigsandgas are two pretty active blogs w very cute characters and art which i adore dearly, @stardeworanges and @spacedewvalley are also both good tho they havent been as active lately as far as ive noticed relatively speaking???, they could probably point u to more blogs tho since theyve been around much longer than me lol! and i havent personally interacted w them but ive also seen @askniall @spirit-phone-farm and @ask-farmer-mona around, particularly among previously mentioned friends, oh and another blog w really good art is @raspberry-acres tho based on the inbox indicator it looks like theyre a lil bogged up w asks heheh,)

(really my best advice to u is probably to browse the stardew tag for a while and find blogs u personally find interesting!! since ur a different person than me so our tastes probably dont align 100% lol)

[askcigsandgas]

(Oh! I’m gonna go ahead and add some other peeps I interact with if ya don’t mind mun! @owo-farm is pretty active, and their art is super cute! @ask-the-four-corners-farmers has 4 lovely ladies you can interact with. @ask-blue-moon-farms has Kelly and Barclay, 2 wonderful peeps. @redrockstate has a very cool animatronic peep. @gaba-kawa is super rad. @sdv-witch-lorelei is new too I believe! Plus all of the afore mentioned blogs :) you’re always welcome to drop me a line anon! 🐭)

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

*pretends to be offended*

for your information, good sir, I have three peeps! Can’t forget Eshaal! (I promise that she will become more active eventually! I’ve been focusing on Barclay lately)

OH also I’d recommend checking out @ask-sunsethills for the ever lovely Dorothea. @hrdirectoreadwulf is also awesome! And @ask-farmer-pen has an Itty Bitty and great alien!

And much like @askcigsandgas (keep up the good work btw!) my inbox is always available as well!

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen blushes profusely! He is completely honored to even be mentioned! (And his askbox is always open- he is the least intimidating farmer out there)

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

The boards of the pier creaked quietly as Barclay sat down on the lakeside pier. He stared up the moon, now partially hidden behind the pale blue of the sun lit sky, silently expecting it to change again. When it did not, he sighed, his eyes shifting towards the much livelier water.

He reached into his jacket, pulling out a pair of silver coins. He examines each side for a moment as if he hadn't examined them countless times before. On one side of the coins there was a fanged skull, identical to his belt buckle. On the other side was a horse skull and a scythe, a reminder of his old job...

He sighed

Barclay separated them, gripping one of the coins tightly in one hand, and rolling the other one along the fingers of his free hand.

You can tell that there's something on his mind...

~

OPEN RP start! Everyone welcome!

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen has always been more active at night, finding it much easier to travel between places when nobody is watching. He knows not everybody is nice to strange little blue creatures like him, so he has done his best to only reveal himself to certain people.

But this little alien came to Earth for a reason- because he can not deny how curious he is, and honestly, seeing a broad figure sitting at on the pier peeked his curiosity more than anything.

Carefully he creeps up behind Barclay, as silent as he possibly can be, peeking over his shoulder to see the two coins.

"Wh2t do y6u have the7e?" He asks in a broken tone, the sentence flowing unnaturally from his mouth despite his best efforts, breaks and hiccups littering it. Yet, the language barrier doesn't scare off Pen from this nee stranger. Instead, the little blue alien stands beside Barclay with his hands behind his back and his hat reflecting the moon's light off of its shiny, glass and metal material, his eyes wide with curiosity.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay stopped rolling the coin, confusion overtook him as he turned and looked at the source of the strange voice

"Uh... Howdy", Barclay said, still processing the strange accent

He realized what the small alien had asked and looked down at his coin

"Its one of my lucky coins", he answered, "got a lot of sentimental value... among other things..."

Barclay planned to spend the day telling folks about his past and letting them spread the word, but he had a feeling it'd be better to hold off on that for now...

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen keeps a straight expression for a second, examining Barclay's face for a moment. His little nubby hands drop to his sides and he squints his eyes, slowly leaning in towards Barclay before rolling back on his heels, away from him.

"I get it," Pen smiles, his innocent demeanor returning to him. He lifts his arm and sets his hand on Barclay's shoulder, saying the first thing that comes to mind, believing it is what a human would say. "Luck is powerful, and you are doing well."

Pen doesn't know if he is sensing Barclay's emotions properly, but he notes the uneasy expression Barclay was holding before he came over, lost in thought. He hopes he said the right thing.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay let a barely audible chuckle. He was all too familiar with the power of luck.

"Yeah... a couple of lucky charms never hurt to have. Especially when they're a gift... Technically these aren't even coins... They just look like coins at the moment..."

It occurred to Barclay that he sounded somewhat insane. He shrugged, and decided that it'd be best if he just showed Pen what he was talking about.

He held the coin up between his finger and thumb, allowing the moonlight to bounce off it. In a manner of seconds; the coin melted and wrapped around his arm, trailing down until it nearly reached his elbow. The strange substance fully engulfed his lower arm, then it began to change shape and harden.

When the process was done, a heavy gauntlet rested upon his arm like a metal shell. He rolled his wrist for a moment, showing off the fact that he still had full motor control.

"Not particularly proud of my old assassin gig... But I got some damn good gear out of it..."

Barclay didn't even register the fact that he had just admitted what he used to be, he was too busy admiring the gauntlet on his arm

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen blinks in awe at the metal moving as liquid as water, expanding and stretching before rehardening into a new form. His curiosity peeked, and not really understanding what an "assassin" is, he plops down beside Barclay. His feet dangle off the edge of the pier as he admires the gauntlet too, mimicking Barclay's expression.

First, he mumbles to himself in his own garbled language, sounding as if rocks are stuffed in his mouth and slowly spilling out. After a moment he realizes what he said didn't make sense, so he clears his throat and tries again, his broken up voice returning. "Ev3n my ship c2n't transform that smoothly."

"I did not know 3arth was so advan2e," he admits, having seen all of Pelican town and knowing how plain it is- technologically behind. Watching Barclay's gauntlet transform was the most impressive thing he has seen so far on Earth, reminding him of what he left at home.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay smirked as Penn admired his gauntlet. They were something he never got to discuss before.

"I don't think my gauntlets count as Earth tech. They're magic; gifts from some fellas called the Aesir, a group of gods that are few in number"

'No thanks to me', he thought to himself as he formed the gauntlet into a shield

"Wait", he said questioningly, "Does your kind have gods? I don't know if God's and magic are just an Earth thing or not..."

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen is memorized by the metal transforming all over again, barely blinking as he watches and learns, soaking in Barclay's words like a sponge.

His concentration is broken by Barclay's question, forcing him to blink and think to himself for a moment, glancing between the water, sky, and Barclay. He is pondering the word "gods" and its meaning, assuming whatever Barclay is referring to must be very powerful to have created such an item, with this power source he is unfamiliar with: magic.

"We have Bozeta. They are like tit2ns or t6tems. I'm un7ure," he admits, his smile falling away slowly as he thinks about it. "So yes, we do. They aren't very n4ce."

Pen appears so harmless that its hard to even imagine something similar to him being not very nice. He continues to watch the metal flow into the shape of a shield, finding enjoyment in watching it, as if it is a good distracting from other things in his mind.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay sighs

"Yeah... From what I've seen and heard, Gods and things of that nature are rarely good... That's why you gotta cherish the ones that do decide to be good"

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen looks at Barclay with eyes full of pure, child-like admiration. Pen feels like he has already learned so much from just hearing him speak, which he greatly appreciated since he decided to come to Earth in order to learn more about life.

"Are the o6es on Aesir goo3?" He asks. "They gave you that c6in. They mu7t be nice."

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

"I'm not sure", he admitted, "I've only three Aesir before... I worked for Mimir for a year, vaguely knew Magni , and fought his brother, Modi"

Barclay opened his other hand, looking at the lucky coin that rested there.

"This gift was a... uh... diplomatic peace offering from Magni..."

He paused, hoping that this was a good enough explanation

"Also the Aesir live on Earth now", he added, changing the subject, "They used to live in a place called Asgard but it... well... Got blown up thousands of years ago..."

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen frowns at the thought of a planet getting blown up, the image leaving a displeasing look on his face. "That's sad."

"3arth is a nice pla2e to live. They sh6uld like it," he mentions, trying to think of happier thoughts. "I like it."

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

It was noon in Pelican town, the spring sun was warm, but the ocean waters were still cold from winter. Lorelei did their best to ignore this, though, as they stood stone still in the frigid waters with a bucket held over their head.

Without the skill for mining and the finances for buying ore, Lorelei was without any crab pots, so this was their solution. Freezing water, a bucket, and a hope that they were fast enough to snatch anything that wandered into their line of sight.

A crab was emerging from the sand beside Lorelei’s bare feet, before they could even fear being pinched, they slammed the bucket down into the water. They thought they had succeeded, until they pulled the bucket out to find salty water, and a whole lot of sand.

They slapped the water in frustration, teeth chattering as they swore to themself with an angry “damnú air!”

They emptied their bucket in defeat and waded back to the shore, sitting in the sand and glaring at the water. They’d been swimming and fishing their whole life, but there were days the ocean just didn’t work with you. That was something Lorelei always understood, but that didn’t mean they have to like it.

((Open RP, anyones free to join in))

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen likes to visit the beach when the water is cold because nobody shows up and he can enjoy the sand and not worry about being seen. Yet, today someone was not discouraged by cold water, holding a bucket over their head as they stand in ankle deep water.

Pen hates to admit it, but he finds the whole charade quite amusing, seeing the blue haired figure slam down their bucket into the water… But after their first few failed attempts, he realizes he has no idea what they are trying to do and suddenly wants to know.

So the short blue alien steps out from his hiding place in the bushes and walks across the beach down to where the water meets the sand, standing right out of reach of the water’s tide.

“W4at are you tryi6g to ca8ch?” Pen asks the person with the bucket raised over their head, trying his very hardest to articulate his words properly but they still come out rough around the edges. “I do6’t t4ink your bu2ket is worki6g.”

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

Lorelei lowered their bucket and looked over their shoulder to see Pen, excited to see someone else in the valley with an accent. Despite the accents being very different, it was something that comforted Lorelei somehow. They laughed softly and looked at the bucket.

“You could say that, or it could just be me. I’m trying to catch crabs but I don’t have any crab pots. So, I’m improvising… not very successfully,” Lorelei wiped some salty water from their forehead, brushing their bangs to the side before taking a step towards the blue resident of Pelican Town. 

Lorelei hadn’t met many people in the valley yet, and they felt a little bashful that they were seen failing to catch crabs. Nonetheless, they smiled politely while conversing with the shorter blue friend.

“I don’t think we’ve met, my name’s Lorelei. You?” Lorelei offered their free hand to the visitor to shake.

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen’s eyes grow twice their size in excitement when he sees Lorelei lend out their hand for a handshake, his body doing a little dance of excitement as he lifts his own hand to meet hers.

“I am Pen,” he introduces himself as, the words coming out smoothly because he has practiced this line nonstop. But whatever he says next is poorly rehearsed and full of mistakes, roughly leaving his mouth. “Why do you wa6t to cat2h a cra2?”

Pen honestly doesn’t really know what a crab is, nevertheless why Lorelei is trying to catch one. But maybe this would be a good learning experience for him? They appear to be nice enough so far to teach him.

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

Lorelei smiled at Pen’s excitement, thinking over their answer while digging their toes into the sand pensively. “Uh… well… I’m from pretty far away, and I’ve been a little home sick.”

They looked back towards the water, where is stretched out endlessly to meet the sky. It looked never ending, and that made Lorelei feel so small, even though they knew home was out there somewhere. Or at least their old home, Pelican town probably counted as a home, though it didn’t feel like it yet.

“I thought maybe if I cooked crab cakes like my dad used to make when I was little, I’d feel better, even though I’m not much of a cook…” Lorelei turned back to Pen, sighing softly with a sad smile. “But that’s pretty silly, huh?”

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen shakes his head quickly, not thinking Lorelei is silly at all. If anything, he knows exactly how they feel. “I am fr6m far awa9 too,” he admits to them, even though it probably is very obvious- so obvious he probably shouldn’t be out in broad daylight like this. But he took a chance, and he is glad he did, not wanting to back out now. “It’s oka9.” He offers a smile to them.

Pen then takes off his hat, flipping it over as if it is a bucket as well with a wide metal rim and glass bowl. “Can I he5p you?” He asks, taking a few steps forward so he is ankle deep in the water too.

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

Lorelei grinned at Pen’s offer to help, and his cute use of his hat as a bucket. “Sure, as long as it’s not too cold for you,” Lorelei began to scour the sand, nudging a few stones over with their toes in their search.

“As thanks for helping, I’ll be sure to make enough crab cakes for two, if that’s okay with you?”

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen smiles up at Lorelei, assuring them that he is fine. In all honesty, the cold around his feet reminded him of home. He drops his gaze down into the water and watches carefully, ready to pounce on anything that moves.

Pen has never had a crab cake before- he normally eats whatever he finds in the trashcans in town, so crab cakes sounded good. “Okay,” he smiles gratefully, about to lose focus when Lorelei sudden turns over a stone with their foot to reveal a crab, frozen for just a moment in panic.

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

Lorelei gasped, their instincts over riding any logical thought as they slammed their hand into the water, rambling off a slew of foreign swears.

They gripped the large carapace tightly, holding it above their head and yelling. The crab swung its pincers desperately, barely out of reach to pinch Lorelei.

“Crab! Crab! Pen, we got a crab!” The crab shifted just enough to pinch the side of Lorelei’s hand, drawing a shocked cry from them. “Ah! Shi- crab!” Lorelei shook their hand above their bucket, desperate to shake the crab off.

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen throws his hands into the air, placing his hat back on his head. He jumps from foot to foot, dancing in celebration to match Lorelei's excitement.

"Crab! Crab!" He mimicks, grinning. It takes him a moment to realize Lorelei got hurt and is trying to make the crab fall into the bucket, but after a moment he stops dancing. He puts his arms up and tries to grab the crab as Lorelei shakes it rapidly. He eventually grabs it and tugs it off, dropping it into the bucket.

"Crab! Crab!" Pen cheers, looking at Lorelei is a proud face.

[ask-farmer-pen]

What do you enjoy most? Farming, foraging, fishing? :)

[FORAGING]

Pen has been spending all of his time collecting salmonberries and pulling leeks out of the ground to give to people he likes. He doesn’t understand what these things are for, but they are everywhere and he finds them fascinating, he just has to grab them all!

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

[ask-farmer-pen]

Lorelei is her natural habitat- catching crabs.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

The boards of the pier creaked quietly as Barclay sat down on the lakeside pier. He stared up the moon, now partially hidden behind the pale blue of the sun lit sky, silently expecting it to change again. When it did not, he sighed, his eyes shifting towards the much livelier water.

He reached into his jacket, pulling out a pair of silver coins. He examines each side for a moment as if he hadn't examined them countless times before. On one side of the coins there was a fanged skull, identical to his belt buckle. On the other side was a horse skull and a scythe, a reminder of his old job...

He sighed

Barclay separated them, gripping one of the coins tightly in one hand, and rolling the other one along the fingers of his free hand.

You can tell that there's something on his mind...

~

OPEN RP start! Everyone welcome!

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen has always been more active at night, finding it much easier to travel between places when nobody is watching. He knows not everybody is nice to strange little blue creatures like him, so he has done his best to only reveal himself to certain people.

But this little alien came to Earth for a reason- because he can not deny how curious he is, and honestly, seeing a broad figure sitting at on the pier peeked his curiosity more than anything.

Carefully he creeps up behind Barclay, as silent as he possibly can be, peeking over his shoulder to see the two coins.

"Wh2t do y6u have the7e?" He asks in a broken tone, the sentence flowing unnaturally from his mouth despite his best efforts, breaks and hiccups littering it. Yet, the language barrier doesn't scare off Pen from this nee stranger. Instead, the little blue alien stands beside Barclay with his hands behind his back and his hat reflecting the moon's light off of its shiny, glass and metal material, his eyes wide with curiosity.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay stopped rolling the coin, confusion overtook him as he turned and looked at the source of the strange voice

"Uh... Howdy", Barclay said, still processing the strange accent

He realized what the small alien had asked and looked down at his coin

"Its one of my lucky coins", he answered, "got a lot of sentimental value... among other things..."

Barclay planned to spend the day telling folks about his past and letting them spread the word, but he had a feeling it'd be better to hold off on that for now...

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen keeps a straight expression for a second, examining Barclay's face for a moment. His little nubby hands drop to his sides and he squints his eyes, slowly leaning in towards Barclay before rolling back on his heels, away from him.

"I get it," Pen smiles, his innocent demeanor returning to him. He lifts his arm and sets his hand on Barclay's shoulder, saying the first thing that comes to mind, believing it is what a human would say. "Luck is powerful, and you are doing well."

Pen doesn't know if he is sensing Barclay's emotions properly, but he notes the uneasy expression Barclay was holding before he came over, lost in thought. He hopes he said the right thing.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay let a barely audible chuckle. He was all too familiar with the power of luck.

"Yeah... a couple of lucky charms never hurt to have. Especially when they're a gift... Technically these aren't even coins... They just look like coins at the moment..."

It occurred to Barclay that he sounded somewhat insane. He shrugged, and decided that it'd be best if he just showed Pen what he was talking about.

He held the coin up between his finger and thumb, allowing the moonlight to bounce off it. In a manner of seconds; the coin melted and wrapped around his arm, trailing down until it nearly reached his elbow. The strange substance fully engulfed his lower arm, then it began to change shape and harden.

When the process was done, a heavy gauntlet rested upon his arm like a metal shell. He rolled his wrist for a moment, showing off the fact that he still had full motor control.

"Not particularly proud of my old assassin gig... But I got some damn good gear out of it..."

Barclay didn't even register the fact that he had just admitted what he used to be, he was too busy admiring the gauntlet on his arm

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen blinks in awe at the metal moving as liquid as water, expanding and stretching before rehardening into a new form. His curiosity peeked, and not really understanding what an "assassin" is, he plops down beside Barclay. His feet dangle off the edge of the pier as he admires the gauntlet too, mimicking Barclay's expression.

First, he mumbles to himself in his own garbled language, sounding as if rocks are stuffed in his mouth and slowly spilling out. After a moment he realizes what he said didn't make sense, so he clears his throat and tries again, his broken up voice returning. "Ev3n my ship c2n't transform that smoothly."

"I did not know 3arth was so advan2e," he admits, having seen all of Pelican town and knowing how plain it is- technologically behind. Watching Barclay's gauntlet transform was the most impressive thing he has seen so far on Earth, reminding him of what he left at home.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay smirked as Penn admired his gauntlet. They were something he never got to discuss before.

"I don't think my gauntlets count as Earth tech. They're magic; gifts from some fellas called the Aesir, a group of gods that are few in number"

'No thanks to me', he thought to himself as he formed the gauntlet into a shield

"Wait", he said questioningly, "Does your kind have gods? I don't know if God's and magic are just an Earth thing or not..."

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen is memorized by the metal transforming all over again, barely blinking as he watches and learns, soaking in Barclay's words like a sponge.

His concentration is broken by Barclay's question, forcing him to blink and think to himself for a moment, glancing between the water, sky, and Barclay. He is pondering the word "gods" and its meaning, assuming whatever Barclay is referring to must be very powerful to have created such an item, with this power source he is unfamiliar with: magic.

"We have Bozeta. They are like tit2ns or t6tems. I'm un7ure," he admits, his smile falling away slowly as he thinks about it. "So yes, we do. They aren't very n4ce."

Pen appears so harmless that its hard to even imagine something similar to him being not very nice. He continues to watch the metal flow into the shape of a shield, finding enjoyment in watching it, as if it is a good distracting from other things in his mind.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay sighs

"Yeah... From what I've seen and heard, Gods and things of that nature are rarely good... That's why you gotta cherish the ones that do decide to be good"

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen looks at Barclay with eyes full of pure, child-like admiration. Pen feels like he has already learned so much from just hearing him speak, which he greatly appreciated since he decided to come to Earth in order to learn more about life.

"Are the o6es on Aesir goo3?" He asks. "They gave you that c6in. They mu7t be nice."

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

It was noon in Pelican town, the spring sun was warm, but the ocean waters were still cold from winter. Lorelei did their best to ignore this, though, as they stood stone still in the frigid waters with a bucket held over their head.

Without the skill for mining and the finances for buying ore, Lorelei was without any crab pots, so this was their solution. Freezing water, a bucket, and a hope that they were fast enough to snatch anything that wandered into their line of sight.

A crab was emerging from the sand beside Lorelei’s bare feet, before they could even fear being pinched, they slammed the bucket down into the water. They thought they had succeeded, until they pulled the bucket out to find salty water, and a whole lot of sand.

They slapped the water in frustration, teeth chattering as they swore to themself with an angry “damnú air!”

They emptied their bucket in defeat and waded back to the shore, sitting in the sand and glaring at the water. They’d been swimming and fishing their whole life, but there were days the ocean just didn’t work with you. That was something Lorelei always understood, but that didn’t mean they have to like it.

((Open RP, anyones free to join in))

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen likes to visit the beach when the water is cold because nobody shows up and he can enjoy the sand and not worry about being seen. Yet, today someone was not discouraged by cold water, holding a bucket over their head as they stand in ankle deep water.

Pen hates to admit it, but he finds the whole charade quite amusing, seeing the blue haired figure slam down their bucket into the water… But after their first few failed attempts, he realizes he has no idea what they are trying to do and suddenly wants to know.

So the short blue alien steps out from his hiding place in the bushes and walks across the beach down to where the water meets the sand, standing right out of reach of the water’s tide.

“W4at are you tryi6g to ca8ch?” Pen asks the person with the bucket raised over their head, trying his very hardest to articulate his words properly but they still come out rough around the edges. “I do6’t t4ink your bu2ket is worki6g.”

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

Lorelei lowered their bucket and looked over their shoulder to see Pen, excited to see someone else in the valley with an accent. Despite the accents being very different, it was something that comforted Lorelei somehow. They laughed softly and looked at the bucket.

“You could say that, or it could just be me. I’m trying to catch crabs but I don’t have any crab pots. So, I’m improvising… not very successfully,” Lorelei wiped some salty water from their forehead, brushing their bangs to the side before taking a step towards the blue resident of Pelican Town. 

Lorelei hadn’t met many people in the valley yet, and they felt a little bashful that they were seen failing to catch crabs. Nonetheless, they smiled politely while conversing with the shorter blue friend.

“I don’t think we’ve met, my name’s Lorelei. You?” Lorelei offered their free hand to the visitor to shake.

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen’s eyes grow twice their size in excitement when he sees Lorelei lend out their hand for a handshake, his body doing a little dance of excitement as he lifts his own hand to meet hers.

“I am Pen,” he introduces himself as, the words coming out smoothly because he has practiced this line nonstop. But whatever he says next is poorly rehearsed and full of mistakes, roughly leaving his mouth. “Why do you wa6t to cat2h a cra2?”

Pen honestly doesn’t really know what a crab is, nevertheless why Lorelei is trying to catch one. But maybe this would be a good learning experience for him? They appear to be nice enough so far to teach him.

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

Lorelei smiled at Pen’s excitement, thinking over their answer while digging their toes into the sand pensively. “Uh… well… I’m from pretty far away, and I’ve been a little home sick.”

They looked back towards the water, where is stretched out endlessly to meet the sky. It looked never ending, and that made Lorelei feel so small, even though they knew home was out there somewhere. Or at least their old home, Pelican town probably counted as a home, though it didn’t feel like it yet.

“I thought maybe if I cooked crab cakes like my dad used to make when I was little, I’d feel better, even though I’m not much of a cook…” Lorelei turned back to Pen, sighing softly with a sad smile. “But that’s pretty silly, huh?”

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen shakes his head quickly, not thinking Lorelei is silly at all. If anything, he knows exactly how they feel. “I am fr6m far awa9 too,” he admits to them, even though it probably is very obvious- so obvious he probably shouldn’t be out in broad daylight like this. But he took a chance, and he is glad he did, not wanting to back out now. “It’s oka9.” He offers a smile to them.

Pen then takes off his hat, flipping it over as if it is a bucket as well with a wide metal rim and glass bowl. “Can I he5p you?” He asks, taking a few steps forward so he is ankle deep in the water too.

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

Lorelei grinned at Pen’s offer to help, and his cute use of his hat as a bucket. “Sure, as long as it’s not too cold for you,” Lorelei began to scour the sand, nudging a few stones over with their toes in their search.

“As thanks for helping, I’ll be sure to make enough crab cakes for two, if that’s okay with you?”

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen smiles up at Lorelei, assuring them that he is fine. In all honesty, the cold around his feet reminded him of home. He drops his gaze down into the water and watches carefully, ready to pounce on anything that moves.

Pen has never had a crab cake before- he normally eats whatever he finds in the trashcans in town, so crab cakes sounded good. "Okay," he smiles gratefully, about to lose focus when Lorelei sudden turns over a stone with their foot to reveal a crab, frozen for just a moment in panic.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

The boards of the pier creaked quietly as Barclay sat down on the lakeside pier. He stared up the moon, now partially hidden behind the pale blue of the sun lit sky, silently expecting it to change again. When it did not, he sighed, his eyes shifting towards the much livelier water.

He reached into his jacket, pulling out a pair of silver coins. He examines each side for a moment as if he hadn't examined them countless times before. On one side of the coins there was a fanged skull, identical to his belt buckle. On the other side was a horse skull and a scythe, a reminder of his old job...

He sighed

Barclay separated them, gripping one of the coins tightly in one hand, and rolling the other one along the fingers of his free hand.

You can tell that there's something on his mind...

~

OPEN RP start! Everyone welcome!

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen has always been more active at night, finding it much easier to travel between places when nobody is watching. He knows not everybody is nice to strange little blue creatures like him, so he has done his best to only reveal himself to certain people.

But this little alien came to Earth for a reason- because he can not deny how curious he is, and honestly, seeing a broad figure sitting at on the pier peeked his curiosity more than anything.

Carefully he creeps up behind Barclay, as silent as he possibly can be, peeking over his shoulder to see the two coins.

"Wh2t do y6u have the7e?" He asks in a broken tone, the sentence flowing unnaturally from his mouth despite his best efforts, breaks and hiccups littering it. Yet, the language barrier doesn't scare off Pen from this nee stranger. Instead, the little blue alien stands beside Barclay with his hands behind his back and his hat reflecting the moon's light off of its shiny, glass and metal material, his eyes wide with curiosity.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay stopped rolling the coin, confusion overtook him as he turned and looked at the source of the strange voice

"Uh... Howdy", Barclay said, still processing the strange accent

He realized what the small alien had asked and looked down at his coin

"Its one of my lucky coins", he answered, "got a lot of sentimental value... among other things..."

Barclay planned to spend the day telling folks about his past and letting them spread the word, but he had a feeling it'd be better to hold off on that for now...

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen keeps a straight expression for a second, examining Barclay's face for a moment. His little nubby hands drop to his sides and he squints his eyes, slowly leaning in towards Barclay before rolling back on his heels, away from him.

"I get it," Pen smiles, his innocent demeanor returning to him. He lifts his arm and sets his hand on Barclay's shoulder, saying the first thing that comes to mind, believing it is what a human would say. "Luck is powerful, and you are doing well."

Pen doesn't know if he is sensing Barclay's emotions properly, but he notes the uneasy expression Barclay was holding before he came over, lost in thought. He hopes he said the right thing.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay let a barely audible chuckle. He was all too familiar with the power of luck.

"Yeah... a couple of lucky charms never hurt to have. Especially when they're a gift... Technically these aren't even coins... They just look like coins at the moment..."

It occurred to Barclay that he sounded somewhat insane. He shrugged, and decided that it'd be best if he just showed Pen what he was talking about.

He held the coin up between his finger and thumb, allowing the moonlight to bounce off it. In a manner of seconds; the coin melted and wrapped around his arm, trailing down until it nearly reached his elbow. The strange substance fully engulfed his lower arm, then it began to change shape and harden.

When the process was done, a heavy gauntlet rested upon his arm like a metal shell. He rolled his wrist for a moment, showing off the fact that he still had full motor control.

"Not particularly proud of my old assassin gig... But I got some damn good gear out of it..."

Barclay didn't even register the fact that he had just admitted what he used to be, he was too busy admiring the gauntlet on his arm

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen blinks in awe at the metal moving as liquid as water, expanding and stretching before rehardening into a new form. His curiosity peeked, and not really understanding what an "assassin" is, he plops down beside Barclay. His feet dangle off the edge of the pier as he admires the gauntlet too, mimicking Barclay's expression.

First, he mumbles to himself in his own garbled language, sounding as if rocks are stuffed in his mouth and slowly spilling out. After a moment he realizes what he said didn't make sense, so he clears his throat and tries again, his broken up voice returning. "Ev3n my ship c2n't transform that smoothly."

"I did not know 3arth was so advan2e," he admits, having seen all of Pelican town and knowing how plain it is- technologically behind. Watching Barclay's gauntlet transform was the most impressive thing he has seen so far on Earth, reminding him of what he left at home.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay smirked as Penn admired his gauntlet. They were something he never got to discuss before.

"I don't think my gauntlets count as Earth tech. They're magic; gifts from some fellas called the Aesir, a group of gods that are few in number"

'No thanks to me', he thought to himself as he formed the gauntlet into a shield

"Wait", he said questioningly, "Does your kind have gods? I don't know if God's and magic are just an Earth thing or not..."

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen is memorized by the metal transforming all over again, barely blinking as he watches and learns, soaking in Barclay's words like a sponge.

His concentration is broken by Barclay's question, forcing him to blink and think to himself for a moment, glancing between the water, sky, and Barclay. He is pondering the word "gods" and its meaning, assuming whatever Barclay is referring to must be very powerful to have created such an item, with this power source he is unfamiliar with: magic.

"We have Bozeta. They are like tit2ns or t6tems. I'm un7ure," he admits, his smile falling away slowly as he thinks about it. "So yes, we do. They aren't very n4ce."

Pen appears so harmless that its hard to even imagine something similar to him being not very nice. He continues to watch the metal flow into the shape of a shield, finding enjoyment in watching it, as if it is a good distracting from other things in his mind.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

The boards of the pier creaked quietly as Barclay sat down on the lakeside pier. He stared up the moon, now partially hidden behind the pale blue of the sun lit sky, silently expecting it to change again. When it did not, he sighed, his eyes shifting towards the much livelier water.

He reached into his jacket, pulling out a pair of silver coins. He examines each side for a moment as if he hadn't examined them countless times before. On one side of the coins there was a fanged skull, identical to his belt buckle. On the other side was a horse skull and a scythe, a reminder of his old job...

He sighed

Barclay separated them, gripping one of the coins tightly in one hand, and rolling the other one along the fingers of his free hand.

You can tell that there's something on his mind...

~

OPEN RP start! Everyone welcome!

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen has always been more active at night, finding it much easier to travel between places when nobody is watching. He knows not everybody is nice to strange little blue creatures like him, so he has done his best to only reveal himself to certain people.

But this little alien came to Earth for a reason- because he can not deny how curious he is, and honestly, seeing a broad figure sitting at on the pier peeked his curiosity more than anything.

Carefully he creeps up behind Barclay, as silent as he possibly can be, peeking over his shoulder to see the two coins.

"Wh2t do y6u have the7e?" He asks in a broken tone, the sentence flowing unnaturally from his mouth despite his best efforts, breaks and hiccups littering it. Yet, the language barrier doesn't scare off Pen from this nee stranger. Instead, the little blue alien stands beside Barclay with his hands behind his back and his hat reflecting the moon's light off of its shiny, glass and metal material, his eyes wide with curiosity.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay stopped rolling the coin, confusion overtook him as he turned and looked at the source of the strange voice

"Uh... Howdy", Barclay said, still processing the strange accent

He realized what the small alien had asked and looked down at his coin

"Its one of my lucky coins", he answered, "got a lot of sentimental value... among other things..."

Barclay planned to spend the day telling folks about his past and letting them spread the word, but he had a feeling it'd be better to hold off on that for now...

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen keeps a straight expression for a second, examining Barclay's face for a moment. His little nubby hands drop to his sides and he squints his eyes, slowly leaning in towards Barclay before rolling back on his heels, away from him.

"I get it," Pen smiles, his innocent demeanor returning to him. He lifts his arm and sets his hand on Barclay's shoulder, saying the first thing that comes to mind, believing it is what a human would say. "Luck is powerful, and you are doing well."

Pen doesn't know if he is sensing Barclay's emotions properly, but he notes the uneasy expression Barclay was holding before he came over, lost in thought. He hopes he said the right thing.

[ask-blue-moon-farms]

Barclay let a barely audible chuckle. He was all too familiar with the power of luck.

"Yeah... a couple of lucky charms never hurt to have. Especially when they're a gift... Technically these aren't even coins... They just look like coins at the moment..."

It occurred to Barclay that he sounded somewhat insane. He shrugged, and decided that it'd be best if he just showed Pen what he was talking about.

He held the coin up between his finger and thumb, allowing the moonlight to bounce off it. In a manner of seconds; the coin melted and wrapped around his arm, trailing down until it nearly reached his elbow. The strange substance fully engulfed his lower arm, then it began to change shape and harden.

When the process was done, a heavy gauntlet rested upon his arm like a metal shell. He rolled his wrist for a moment, showing off the fact that he still had full motor control.

"Not particularly proud of my old assassin gig... But I got some damn good gear out of it..."

Barclay didn't even register the fact that he had just admitted what he used to be, he was too busy admiring the gauntlet on his arm

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen blinks in awe at the metal moving as liquid as water, expanding and stretching before rehardening into a new form. His curiosity peeked, and not really understanding what an "assassin" is, he plops down beside Barclay. His feet dangle off the edge of the pier as he admires the gauntlet too, mimicking Barclay's expression.

First, he mumbles to himself in his own garbled language, sounding as if rocks are stuffed in his mouth and slowly spilling out. After a moment he realizes what he said didn't make sense, so he clears his throat and tries again, his broken up voice returning. "Ev3n my ship c2n't transform that smoothly."

"I did not know 3arth was so advan2e," he admits, having seen all of Pelican town and knowing how plain it is- technologically behind. Watching Barclay's gauntlet transform was the most impressive thing he has seen so far on Earth, reminding him of what he left at home.

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

It was noon in Pelican town, the spring sun was warm, but the ocean waters were still cold from winter. Lorelei did their best to ignore this, though, as they stood stone still in the frigid waters with a bucket held over their head.

Without the skill for mining and the finances for buying ore, Lorelei was without any crab pots, so this was their solution. Freezing water, a bucket, and a hope that they were fast enough to snatch anything that wandered into their line of sight.

A crab was emerging from the sand beside Lorelei’s bare feet, before they could even fear being pinched, they slammed the bucket down into the water. They thought they had succeeded, until they pulled the bucket out to find salty water, and a whole lot of sand.

They slapped the water in frustration, teeth chattering as they swore to themself with an angry “damnú air!”

They emptied their bucket in defeat and waded back to the shore, sitting in the sand and glaring at the water. They’d been swimming and fishing their whole life, but there were days the ocean just didn’t work with you. That was something Lorelei always understood, but that didn’t mean they have to like it.

((Open RP, anyones free to join in))

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen likes to visit the beach when the water is cold because nobody shows up and he can enjoy the sand and not worry about being seen. Yet, today someone was not discouraged by cold water, holding a bucket over their head as they stand in ankle deep water.

Pen hates to admit it, but he finds the whole charade quite amusing, seeing the blue haired figure slam down their bucket into the water… But after their first few failed attempts, he realizes he has no idea what they are trying to do and suddenly wants to know.

So the short blue alien steps out from his hiding place in the bushes and walks across the beach down to where the water meets the sand, standing right out of reach of the water’s tide.

“W4at are you tryi6g to ca8ch?” Pen asks the person with the bucket raised over their head, trying his very hardest to articulate his words properly but they still come out rough around the edges. “I do6’t t4ink your bu2ket is worki6g.”

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

Lorelei lowered their bucket and looked over their shoulder to see Pen, excited to see someone else in the valley with an accent. Despite the accents being very different, it was something that comforted Lorelei somehow. They laughed softly and looked at the bucket.

“You could say that, or it could just be me. I’m trying to catch crabs but I don’t have any crab pots. So, I’m improvising… not very successfully,” Lorelei wiped some salty water from their forehead, brushing their bangs to the side before taking a step towards the blue resident of Pelican Town. 

Lorelei hadn’t met many people in the valley yet, and they felt a little bashful that they were seen failing to catch crabs. Nonetheless, they smiled politely while conversing with the shorter blue friend.

“I don’t think we’ve met, my name’s Lorelei. You?” Lorelei offered their free hand to the visitor to shake.

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen’s eyes grow twice their size in excitement when he sees Lorelei lend out their hand for a handshake, his body doing a little dance of excitement as he lifts his own hand to meet hers.

“I am Pen,” he introduces himself as, the words coming out smoothly because he has practiced this line nonstop. But whatever he says next is poorly rehearsed and full of mistakes, roughly leaving his mouth. “Why do you wa6t to cat2h a cra2?”

Pen honestly doesn’t really know what a crab is, nevertheless why Lorelei is trying to catch one. But maybe this would be a good learning experience for him? They appear to be nice enough so far to teach him.

[sdv-witch-lorelei]

Lorelei smiled at Pen’s excitement, thinking over their answer while digging their toes into the sand pensively. “Uh… well… I’m from pretty far away, and I’ve been a little home sick.”

They looked back towards the water, where is stretched out endlessly to meet the sky. It looked never ending, and that made Lorelei feel so small, even though they knew home was out there somewhere. Or at least their old home, Pelican town probably counted as a home, though it didn’t feel like it yet.

“I thought maybe if I cooked crab cakes like my dad used to make when I was little, I’d feel better, even though I’m not much of a cook…” Lorelei turned back to Pen, sighing softly with a sad smile. “But that’s pretty silly, huh?”

[ask-farmer-pen]

Pen shakes his head quickly, not thinking Lorelei is silly at all. If anything, he knows exactly how they feel. "I am fr6m far awa9 too," he admits to them, even though it probably is very obvious- so obvious he probably shouldn't be out in broad daylight like this. But he took a chance, and he is glad he did, not wanting to back out now. "It's oka9." He offers a smile to them.

Pen then takes off his hat, flipping it over as if it is a bucket as well with a wide metal rim and glass bowl. "Can I he5p you?" He asks, taking a few steps forward so he is ankle deep in the water too.