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Dylas Raiden Bank: 91,869G Affiliated with the Pelago Islands "A man displaced in time, with clearly visible horse-like features. Quiet, clumsy and antisocial, he's often misunderstood by others. " BIOGRAPHY | HEART LEVEL | CLASS

[thepelagoislands]

@thundafists | @rxzberries

Georgia won and will be moving on to the next round!

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reserved for minigames

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𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝘃𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸

( passed! )

— [ - 0G ] for Living in Moonlight Farm — [ + 0G ] For being a self-employed fisherman LOL

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dad-son fight: porcoline vs dylas

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thepelagoislands‌:

https://docs.google.com/document/d/1h0bKhFLetQeJEGiw8HxPdiV0dVz18qIhMDyByO-hRzs/edit?usp=sharing

@marveloushello | @thundafists

Dylas wins and moves on to the next round!

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( minigames 11/5 )

Proof

MONEY

Spent 5,000G from University Courses

Gained 2,200G and 3 Recovery Potions from Monster Hunting

Gained +28,435G from Fishing

Previous Balance: 91,869G New Balance: 120,304G

UNIVERSITY

Books Used

The Art of Fighting - 5,000G

The Art of Magic - 5,000G

The Art of Raging: 2500G

Dylas level 7 (100/200)

Gains 400 EXP

Dylas Levels up from 7 to 9 (100/200)

SPD +8, ATK +4, M.DEF +4, DEF +3

Elemental Mastery: 2500G

Dylas level 9 (100/200)

Gains 400 EXP

Dylas Levels up from 9 to 11 (0/300)

SPD +2, M.ATK +2, ATK +8, DEF +5

MONSTER HUNTING

Location: Cinder Island Food Items Used: None Potion/Blessing Used: None

ROUND/FIGHT 1

Dylas level 11 (0/300) vs Ignis (Level A)

Dylas wins and gains 250 EXP! Dylas level 11 (250/300)

DROPS: Fire Crystal (800G), Thick Stick (100G), Magic Powder (200G)

ROUND/FIGHT 2

Dylas level level 11 (250/300) vs Ignis (Level A)

Dylas loses!

ROUND/FIGHT 3

Dylas level 11 (0/300) vs Ignis (Level A)

Dylas wins and gains 250 EXP! Dylas levels up from 11 to 12 (200/300)

ATK +7, SPD +5

DROPS: Fire Crystal (800G), Thick Stick (100G), Magic Powder (200G)

Profit: 2,200G

FISHING

Location: Mid Water Fishing Weather: Rainy Tool Used: Fishing Boat, Mystic Fishing Rod (10 re-rolls) Potion/Blessing Used: None Reroll Used: 10

Pale Chub: 254G

Eel: 310G

(KING FISH) Dorado: 25,000G

Large Trout: 720G

Horse Mackerel: 181G

Funa: 560G

Rare Can: 400G

Black Bass: 280G

Large Trout: 720G

Bottle: 10G

Earned: +28,435G

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Fishing for Info || Dylas & Forte

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forte-days-and-knights‌:

@thundafists

Still perusing through the shops of Arcadia, Forte had gone quite the distance from one side of the island to the other. This wasn’t much of a feat for her though, she actually walked most of the island every single day. Such was the nature of her work. Maybe though, it was a little bit nice to have more of an easy-going walk that day. She had taken a full morning run earlier, so it wasn’t like she was being lazy or anything.

Walking down the streets, she had stopped a few times to chat with some of the citizens. Check on their wellbeing, mostly just as small talk. The people on the island were usually quite kind, and welcoming of some passing conversation. It reminded her a bit of home.

As she left one brief chat, her attention turned to a face she didn’t recognize. A man with some strange accessory atop his head, carrying something rather large slung over his back. When he came a little closer she noticed the fishing pole he carried, and it suddenly became a little clearer. Even though he was much taller, and it was still hard to make out, she was sure he was carrying a fish.

That’s a huge fish!

Impressed, she couldn’t help but speak out when he was close enough, though he likely would have passed her by. This was a perfect opportunity to find out more about yet another islander, or visitor, whichever he may be.

“That is quite a catch there, sir. Do you mind if I ask where you caught it?”

░ ⚡ ░    Dylas was having a damn good time right now. His first ambitious trip out at the deep waters of Pelago Islands was a damn fruitful one. Not only did he get a good amount of rare scales that sold for an easy big amount of Gs, he caught a King Fish! Right after selling the smaller fish, he focused on finding a decent place to sell the Dragon Carp. It was big, heavy, and was guaranteed to sell for good cash. Now all he has to do is find someone willing to buy it from him.

          He was walking around the different shops in Arcadia and wondered what the best way to find a buyer. Should he just yell and hope someone bites — no this wasn’t just like fishing. Maybe someone in the market would —

          His train of thoughts were interrupted by a sudden voice. At first he didn’t see her when she drew closer to him, but when she spoke of a catch, he knew it was directed at him. ❝ Huh ? Like hell i’d tell you where I got it . ❞ What was up with this woman?! Did she seriously think he’d just happily answer her just because she asked?! Never mind that fact that he was DYING to tell someone about how he caught it...

           ❝ It’s a king fish — you need skill and just the right amount of luck to get one , heh. ❞   He proudly says that, the tail behind him wagged furiously like a good dog waiting for a petting. He was drenched from fishing in the rain but there was no denying how happy and fulfilled he looked just by catching that fish.

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Flower Festival

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rxzberries‌:

[🐎] — The busy days never ended. Even after her conversation with Kana, and her subsequent decision to make a little more time for herself to relax and spend time with the people that mattered to her, work at the ranch and shop was still far too demanding for her to comfortably take any time off.

So she doesn’t have time to go around delivering flowers to her friends this year, which is why she pays a City Hall courier to do it instead. With this, everyone would be able to get their gifts on time! But Georgia would keep the snapdragon to herself, for a more special occasion…

2,100G to @pupfarmer​ for delivery and purchase of flowers.

1,900G to @magic-of-negotiation for purchase of flowers.

4,000G to @forte-days-and-knights for Pink Rose Bouquet.

White Alstroemeria

Dylas, how are you? You may not be staying at the ranch anymore, but that doesn’t mean you should be careless with your health! You better be taking care of yourself, and eating right over there.

Come and visit again soon, okay? I miss seeing you around. The horses do too, hehe. 

░ ⚡ ░    Not for the first time, Dylas argued with the delivery man when he came by Moonlight Farm and insisted he had a package for Dylas. It wasn’t his fault he didn’t expect any packages! But again, once he was shown the note that was clearly addressed to him, he dismissed the delivery man with shame and took the package with a flustered expression. 

          The heat in his face only increased when he finished going through the note that came with the package. It was bad enough he received flowers, but the message killed him the most. Why’d people have to go around giving flowers and saying embarrassing shit like this?!

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universityofthepelagoislands‌:

So tall…

That was Dia’s first impression of the student that she assisted in enrolling for his next set of classes. At first, she was intimidated by his overall presence. Not only was he tall, but his expressions were almost menacing.

But Dia knew better than to judge based on appearances. Any one who wishes to learn was a good person in Dia’s book (ba dum tss) and so she tried her best to assist him.

He was a Berserker.

And it seemed lightning was his element, too. 

Together it made for a chaotic and destructive force. She can only imagine, but It must have been hard to control his strength.

In a sense, he was her complete opposite. The Lightning against her Water. Pure Physical Strength as opposed to her Magic.And a towering form over her smaller self.

“Self-control is strength. Right thought is mastery. Calmness is power. Wise words from James Allen.” She recited the quote as she hands over the books he also purchased, hoping he’d learn from it somehow. “I look forward to seeing you progress in my class.

░ ⚡ ░    Dylas enrolled at the University of the Pelago Islands to at least get some education. Before he could enroll in any of the more traditional courses, he was intrigued by the physical and magical classes they had that aimed to increase not one’s academic knowledge, but one’s skills. He threw away his previous plans and went for those instead. e ignored her and turned away immediately after getting his books. 

          He was just about done with enrolling when the one that assisted him and sold him the books recited some lines he wasn’t familiar with. He didn’t know what to say after hearing what she said so he just quietly acknowledge her with a nod before walking away. She was supposed to be his teacher? Hell, she could pass as his child for being so damn tiny! 

          Still, what she said hit Dylas right where it mattered. Self-control... that part he didn’t have yet, but he wanted to have it, no matter what it takes.

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𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝗹 ;

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islanderkana‌:

Every now and then, Kana takes a break from monster hunting at other known islands and trains at Fugue Forest instead. It was nearer and costed less to go to, but the monsters there lacked variety. When he wasn’t really looking for anything intense, he does opt to go there.

Today, he was expecting to just come across a few orc archers but instead hears a human voice in the middle of the forest. It was faint at first, but he definitely heard someone shouting and immediately, he ran towards that direction.

Just when he thought he lost track of the voice he heard, someone shouts once more, this time, at him. Just as he expected, something was definitely wrong.

The man was on the ground and appeared pained. He had some scratches all over him but his pain seemed to be from his head, not from his injuries. Kana was no doctor but this guy was definitely in trouble.

“You don’t look too good there, bud. You alright?”

That was a dumb question to someone who was obviously NOT alright, but he just had to ask anyway. As he tried to approach him, however, sparks of electricity started coming out of the stranger, making Kana step back immediately.

“Woah there– did that come from you?” He kept a hand in front of him, cautious but not giving up in approaching the injured man just yet. “I’m just trying to help you, man! Chill out!”

░ ⚡ ░    Dylas was quickly losing himself in this battle for his consciousness. He could hear Thunderbolt’s loud neighs, and with hit, his visioned darkened. Any moment now he’ll lose authority over himself, but the sound of a stranger addressing him brought him back, even for just a few extra seconds.

          ❝ I said get the fuck out ! Are you stupid ?! ❞ Dylas tried to get rid of him, but the stranger was just too fucking stupid and did the exact opposite. Right after yelling one last warning, the pounding in his head worsened and he falls to the ground once more, back arched as electricity started coming out of him once more. 

— ( Shit. Shit. Shit! )

          Thunderbolt finally did it. Dylas consciousness fades put, and electricity completely surrounded him. What once was mere animal-like characteristics started transforming. Dylas’ body started morphing into his monster form’s. Any sign of being human gone once more, and in it’s place, was the monster Thunderbolt. 

          It looked at its surroundings with an angered expression, sparks of electricity coming from his horn. If the stranger from earlier didn’t listen to his warning now, it was already too late. The angered and berserk Thunderbolt started rampaging and galloping in the forest, all while summoning strikes of thunder all around it.

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𝗴𝗹𝘂𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗻 ;

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valkyrgwen‌:

In the afternoons after she’s done with her part at the ranch, Gwen can be found at the Carpentry, taking charge in most of the sales while the carpenters do their job. She was doing inventory when a customer drops in and while she heard the request, she didn’t supply it immediately. The voice was too familiar.

She went back to the counter and does indeed find a familiar face. The injured stallion turned man. “I’m surprised you fish, Dylas. Are you just starting or do you have experience? If you are– why are you settling for a cheap rod?” 

“The cheapest that we have costs 5,000G but I don’t recommend getting a rusty tool, especially if you plan on using it to get food. How about this one instead?” Instead of fetching the rusty fishing rod, Gwen puts on the counter the regular kind. She was a firm believer one should not jeopardize quality after all. “It’s not the best that we have, but it should give you a better chance of catching fish. Interested? It’ll cost you 8,000G.”

░ ⚡ ░     ❝ Wha — you work here?! ❞ Dylas was legitimately surprised. He knew Gwen owned and worked at a ranch so finding her at the Carpentry was shocking. He didn’t even have the time or motivation to get one job, let alone two! ❝ I’ve been fishing since I was a kid, and I’m not made of money , that’s why . ❞

          If money wasn’t a factor, he’d get the best there is. But even before he took the longest nap of all time, he was already using cheap tools. Hell, he was only using a sturdy stick, a string, a hook and some worms to fish back in the day!

          ❝ You’re only saying that to make a fucking sale . I told ya , I’m looking for the cheapest one you got . ❞ At least, not yet. But Blondie did have a point and he wouldn’t want to use some rusty rod to get fish. He took the rod she put up on the counter so he can inspect it himself. She wasn’t just sales talking him —  it really did look like the better investment. It looked and felt sturdy enough to turn an extra 3,000G worth it. 

          ❝ H-how much is this again ? ❞ He didn’t want to admit she was right immediately after accusing her of just sales talking, but damn was this a good rod. 

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𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗺𝗲 ;

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lest-i-forget‌:

It wasn’t often that Lest got visitors at the inn. Most of the people he knew, he met in passing on the street, or at Frey’s farm. Ever since he moved out of the house of the kind nurse who had cared for him while he got himself on his own two feet, evenings had been pretty quiet. 

That’s why he was surprised to get a knock on the door. He glanced up at it from where he’d been sitting, pausing half a second before standing up and going to answer it. He’d assumed it was the owner, or one of the staff members, coming to discuss rent or something. He wasn’t at all expecting the face that greeted him when he opened the door.

“Oh, Dylas-” That was all he got out, before the tall man presented some good-looking grilled fish, waving them about his field of vision.

“Whoa! Hey, that looks really good! What’s the occasion?” he asked. “Is it someone’s birthday or something?” It couldn’t be Lest’s- he hadn’t decided on one yet.

░ ⚡ ░    Dylas wanted to shove Lest just for looking so damn innocent and honest. Can’t a man just pop up randomly with grilled fish?! ❝ You don’t need an occasion to eat, dumbass . What kind of stupid diet is that, huh ?! ❞

          He had a sour expression on, but he really just didn’t want to admit he was doing this to express his gratitude. ❝ You want the fish or not ? ❞

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Claire felt a bit awkward being so dressed up, but as she looked around and realized that everyone else was just as much in costume as she was, the blonde felt a bit of relief. She stood off to the side for a bit, not sure of how to proceed and not knowing too many people in the crowd. However, ...

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Flower Purchases

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thundafists‌:

lest-i-forget‌:

A Custom Bouquet for @royalminttea consisting of 4 pink alstromeria, 4 white alstromeria, and 4 pink lisianthus.

A Custom Bouquet for @thundafists consisting of 4 orange alstroemeria, 4 yellow tulips, and 4 yellow lisianthus.

1 Pink Gerberas for @forte-days-and-knights

Total: 8,300G paid to @pupfarmer New Total:  11,940G

@lest-i-forget​ @royalminttea​

░ ⚡ ░    Dylas was confused when he received a bouquet of flowers from Lest. Apparently it was for some festival or something. Simply receiving something so embarrassing was enough to turn his face beet red. ❝ I don’t need these! ❞ He took them anyway, storming off with the bouquet in hand. Stupid festivals!

          He remembered picking up two moondrop flowers some time ago while foraging. It wasn’t much, but he’ll shove them at Lest and Frey anyway and storm out straight away. Like hell he’d stick around after doing something so embarrassing. All the blood in his body might go straight ot his face.

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𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗱 ;

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thelastunivir‌:

Arcadia proved to be a rather…peculiar place for Ondorus to live on. For most of his life, he had lived in utmost secrecy. Hiding his identity as a Univir from the nearby hornless settlements. Making sure that certain, gentle monsters would stay out of sight from any battle-hungry hornless. It was as though there were two different worlds. He and the monsters in one world with the hornless on another plane, miles away.

Though since arriving on the island, fleeing from those very hornless, he managed to see curious things he would have never seen before on the mainland. And one of those things just happened to pass him by on the road. At first glance, it looked to be a hornless for Ondorus to simply walk by…but it wasn’t long before he spotted the tail. And the ears. And as far as Ondorus could tell…they were real.

Those were…not normal characteristics of a hornless. 

Unfortunately, surprise also gave way to looking a bit longer than what was considered polite, and Ondorus stiffened up when the hornless turned to face him. He waited a moment, one of his hands - carefully hidden beneath his robes - tightening up at the ready, should he need to use his magic.

“I do not have a problem,” Ondorus answered, looking at the man with an even expression on his face, “Though I apologize if it seemed that way. I was simply…curious.”

░ ⚡ ░    Dylas would have liked it more if he was faced with an equally aggressive nuisance. It was always the composed ones that brought more trouble. Aggression could easily be solved with fists. But some shit like curiosity? The hell was he gonna do about that?!

          ❝ The fuck are you on about ? Curious about what ?! ❞ He took a step back defensively, not liking the composure Glasses had. He’d hit him right now if he wasn’t so fucking nice. Glasses better be thanking the dragons for his innate goodness, tch. 

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𝗳𝗮𝗶𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗲;

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carosellocafe‌:

Many times Iluka had turned away those who asked for her help in the kitchen. Never had she wanted to be someone’s mentor as she knew she didn’t have the patience for it. The things she knew came from generations of passed down knowledge and without the basics it was hard to teach a person who had no idea the reasons behind it all.

However, that wasn’t to say that she wouldn’t do it for a fair price. A trade that would suit both her and the person on the other end, ideally mostly her. And that’s why when it somehow came up in a conversation between Dylas and herself, she had decided that in turn for daily deliveries of fresh seafood she would teach him kitchen basics. It was nothing too extreme for either party. All in all, a win-win.

Placing the knife in her hand down, she walked over to the cooler and opened it without a word. For every delivery that came to her, she checked it thoroughly. Everything had to be of a certain quality if she was expected to use it and pay for it - or in this case, trade for it.

“Not bad, delivery boy~”

She nodded, putting the lid back on the cooler to keep the fish from spoiling faster than necessary.

“Are you sticking around today?”

░ ⚡ ░    Even if Dylas was positive he had a good catch today, he can’t help but be nervous when Iluka started inspecting the cooler full of fish that he just brought in. Woman can over react sometimes and Dylas can’t afford that right now. Thankfully she had nothing bad to say about it, and relief soon washed over Dylas. ❝ Tch . What’d you expect ? ❞ 

          At her question, he was tempted to nod enthusiastically and agree straight off the bat. The moment he starts looking like the one who was benefiting from this deal the most, he’d lose. So tries to keep a straight face on, with the exception of his swinging tail betraying him as they swing left and right like an excitable dog. 

          ❝ Can’t help it if you’re asking . ❞ Trying to act cool and aloof about it all, Dylas tried to hide his eagerness to watch her cook. If he could cook even just half as good as Iluka, he’d be set for life. He looks around and observed what Iluka had been preparing when he arrived, curious to know what she was working on. ❝ What were you cooking just now ? ❞

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𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿;

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royalminttea‌:

Having another set of hands on the farm was a huge help, especially with the harsh weather of winter gone and the fields thriving in the sunlight. When Dylas had been found, Frey was quick to offer him a place to stay considering his circumstances (and the situation in which his being found occurred). He was a helpful person, willing to put in the necessary work, and Frey appreciated that about him. 

It was harvesting day on Moonlight Farm and everyone employed was busy at work, including Frey. She was knelt down in the field pulling up the potatoes she had planted and putting them into a basket to carry over to the shipping bin later. When Dylas approached asking for a new task, the green-haired girl leaned back and sat on her heels and she looked around. 

“Well, you could help me harvest these potatoes, actually. Some of them have rooted pretty far down, so they’re a little difficult to get out and it’s taking longer than usual.” Frey took this opportunity to wipe off her forehead with the sleeve of her shirt, the sun baring down on the island with summer approaching. “I want to at least get this row done before lunchtime…” An ice cold drink was calling her name…

░ ⚡ ░    Dylas didn’t have experience in farming, but if it was just pulling them out of the ground, he figured it shouldn’t be too hard even for him. Besides, from the looks of things, Frey was pretty tired herself. ❝ Let me worry about those then .❞ He rolled his sleeves up and began stretching his arms before joining Frey in harvesting the potatoes. With summer approaching, it was hotter than normal and made everything more tiresome.

          At the mention of lunchtime, Dylas wondered if the farmer already had plans on what to eat. He caught a good amount of fish himself and while he sold most of it, he saved some to stash in the fridge.  

          ❝ ...you want me to cook lunch later or something ? ❞ He asked out of the blue as he pulled out one of the potatoes. Just like she said, some of them were in deep. He almost fell backwards just from the first one. Tch.

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𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲 ;

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rxzberries‌:

[🐎] — Georgia had come to the barn to check in on the horses, but stops when she hears a familiar voice from inside. It certainly didn’t belong to Kana— it was deeper and softer than his, and it wasn’t Neil’s, either. Not many people came to visit with her animals these days, so her first assumption would be that it’s one of those two.

One peek into the doorway tells Georgia all she needs to know about her mystery horse whisperer, and she smiles as she watches Dylas converse with Dakota.

She would have made herself known, had she not caught what he said. In response to it, she frowns. When Kana had brought Dylas to her farm that day, scared and injured, the only thing that had been on her mind was to help him. Georgia had never wanted anything in return for that, and would never even think to ask him for anything. Just seeing him healthy had been gift enough for her.

But Dylas seemed pretty worried from the sound of things, so Georgia decided to lighten his mood a bit. 

When Dakota neighs in clear understanding of his struggles, Georgia decides to take that moment to translate. Or, at least… portray what she thought Dakota was saying, using the horse’s cues and body language as guide.

“They helped you because they wanted to, Dylas. Not because they were expecting something in return…” Georgia says from her hiding spot behind the doorframe, putting on a higher pitched voice to sound more… Dakota-ish. Or like Dakota, if she had a human voice. She wondered if he would fall for it? 

Aware of her owner’s presence and ensuing antics, Dakota’s neighs at Dylas again, playing along. Georgia holds back a snicker. “A simple ‘thank you’ is sure to suffice! But if you really wanna do more… Freckles wouldn’t be opposed to a plate of fried rice…”

░ ⚡ ░    In the middle of his solemn discussion with Dakota, Dylas was startled by the sound of a high-pitched woman, no doubt coming from the owner of the ranch herself. He froze in place, heat rising to the face faster than he can respond. Why’d she have to show up now, damn it! ❝ I wasn’t talking about you — ❞

          Ahhh, who was he kidding? No matter how he explained it, he won’t get out of this one.  He glares back at Dakota as if she was the traitor and caused this embarrassment for him, and with a barely understandable and rapidly spoken response, he answered back to Dakota and her ‘voice’, playing along just to save face. ❝ — IguessIcouldcooksometimes . 'Could probably cook better than her anyway , pfft . ❞

          He turned back to the direction of the voice, face still flustered as he glared at the rancher hiding behind the door frame. ❝ I know you’re there, Freckles . ❞