Monthly Texts From Last Night Meme

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TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT

Welcome to Folkmore's monthly Texts From Last Night meme! This meme can be used as a branch off from our Test Drive Memes and be used as game canon or just for casual fun in the setting! You do not need to be in our game or be invited to play on our TFLN. This can be a great way to meet current players for future invites, get a feel for the setting, or just have some fun.

This can be used for samples on our applications and used as spoons for players accepted into the game!

TEXTS FROM LAST NIGHT GENERATOR

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[usedhuntersmark]

So, hold on, brother. Are we talking about a village of Tabaxi? Or actual cats?

[She lets him lead her towards this strange area. However, she does raise an eyebrow in his direction.]

What makes you think I don't have my own?

[foundpurpose]

Actual cats. [He says before he catches up with the last thing she said and his wings unfold, then resettle.] And you can't just say that without sharing.

Come on. Let me see them. [Vex with wings too is perfect. Maybe their feathers will let people tell them apart but who cares. She has wanted to fly and now she can by more than a broom.] And before I see, I bet they suit you.

[usedhuntersmark]

[She can't help the grin at the way he finally catches up. Mentally.]

I suppose I can indulge you.

[With a little thought about it, a pair of delicate-looking green and dappled-gold wings pop from her shoulder blades and spread out behind her, like that of a Gouldain finch. What she fails to notice is the slight golden aura around her while they're extended, but she's too busy giving him a slow turn.]

I wanted to be angry that my broom didn't come with me, but this works too.

[foundpurpose]

[He stares at her. In a way he's reminded of the Suntree with how the golden aura subtly changes the light around them. If he's the dusk and final moments before the transition between night and day. She's the brilliant light of the early morning, full of possibility. He flares his own wings up, mingling the light of their feathers.]

Yeah, I called it. They suit you just fine. I'm assuming you've tried them out already. How do you like flying under your own power?

[He sets his hands on his hips and grins back. He has worries about this place. But so far it isn't too bad. And really, no matter what is ahead they can make it. He finally relaxes a bit.]

[usedhuntersmark]

[If only he knew just how closely she's aligned herself to Whitestone, Percival and, in turn, Pelor since finally taking care of Thordak. As much as they are identical, physically, they can be polar opposites in the directions they go.

Their wings just seem to make it obvious, if anyone bothers to get to know them beyond their superficial personalities.]

Of course I did. And flying by myself is different, but it's a bit more freeing this way. I don't have to keep a grip to anything.

[She still misses her broom though. While the way she got it was shady, she'd used it for good. Poor Gern.]

So, cat village?

[foundpurpose]

Cat village. [He agrees as he spreads his wings and takes off towards the open sky. He hovers to wait for her as he glances around. The village is to the east.

Once she’s joined him he takes off in that direction. His wings are silent just like those of death walker’s ward. He has the thought that maybe some time if he really needed speed he could use those wings too.]

It is freeing. Flying I mean. I used to want to be able to just take off whenever I wanted. [But his armor didn’t allow that. Now it doesn’t matter.]