"You're being awfully chatty today, huh.
...you want to discuss about you, then...?"
Better than keep on rambling about his own problems, he guesses.

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"You're being awfully chatty today, huh.
...you want to discuss about you, then...?"
Better than keep on rambling about his own problems, he guesses.
@devilsprophet started following you
"...Uh."
"I don't suppose you want to buy anything? Sir? Pleasedontmurderme?"
@devilsprophet liked this post for a lil' thing
"Drink this." The witch held out a bottle. It was shaped like many potion bottles were; the liquid within was a deep burgundy shade, but beyond that it didn't appear too odd looking.
There was a curious look on her face, a hint of mischief in her eyes. As if she wanted to see if he'd take it without being informed of its contents.
Elsa stood with her hands lightly clasped and her posture composed. At a glance, she seemed calm. Every bit the Queen she had taught herself to be, but there was a faint tension in her fingers that said otherwise.
“ @devilsprophet, I need to tell you something.”
LORE DROP!
Lore Drop!
I've talked about how Urbosa tends to scare off most animals, due to the fact that she generally has an air of static about her. Horses, dogs, sand seals, and most "natural" animals spook easily around her. In everyday like, this generally means a longer seal lead and she follows in horse caravans.
What I also headcanon is that monsters, particularly those who also draw on electricity, seek her out. Since even monsters struggle to survive in the desert, this is generally only a problem once she leaves her homeland. She isn't sure if any of her traveling companions have noticed how often Keese follow their party when she's present, but she isn't one to volunteer that information. When she and the other champions plan to make camp for the night, it's common for her to take an hour or so securing the perimeter by searching for any flocks of keese or lizalfos that might be hiding in crevices or under rocks. She'd rather deal with them alone than draw attention to her predicament.
@devilsprophet said: But I come bearing *gifts* for the lovely maiden 😌
nnnnmmmnnnnnn.... her weakness for prezzies.... is being exploited.....
"And who are you, if I may ask?" (Either Rea, Sasume, or Realter!)
@devilsprophet
"Who am I?" she leans back, at first, grinning at the man and how oblivious he is to his reek. Such are the meager blessings of mortality, she supposes.
Then she leans back forward, hair trailing behind her and flaring once she's stilled as if she's underwater.
"Would the better question not be—who, exactly, do you think I am?"
say what you want about astor, but the man understands the inherent sex appeal of ninjas