A gift! [open, gifts from the thunderlands]

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    Maplesugar skipped over to the Cartel, carefree and excited. Within her maw, she carried a gift basket! With muffled salutations, she attempted to greet everyone. "Greetings Cartel!" Jubilantly, she shot out a greeting. "I bring gifts from the Thunderlands!"


    With a couple quick steps, she grew nearer and then nestled into a spot in the sunshine. Basking in the sun was one of Maple's favorite simple pleasures. It re-energized her, made her feel like the universe was gently caressing her with warmth and cheer. At this point specifically though, the sun was beginning to set and Summer was in the air. A gentle breeze caressed her fur, and the sunset slashed the sky, bleeding a rich blend of vermillion red, deep crimson, orange, and gold. With the intense lighting, her normally olive green and golden luminaries shone like jewels and her chocolate smoke pelt turned rich and luxurious in color. The athletic vixen stretched out, her long face (and equally long nose) tilted down to set the basket gently upon the ground. Her fur, soft as feather down, was tussled from the movements. Standing taller on her feet like a puppet pulled on a string, the long-legged femme fixed her posture and gave a short yowl.


    "We have food, drink, herbs, accessories, and knives for you to enjoy!"

    ✨ ARE YOU TIRED OF ME YET? — The Thunderlands. Ah, yes, there was a place he remembered fairly well. Ryuu had never once stepped foot in the place, but he'd been upon their border many times as their ambassador. He remembered bringing herbs over to their home with an countenance of childlike wonder and excitement. That excitement was now dead and buried, replaced with an always solemn expression and a sad smile to give those the false hope that he was alright. Ryuusaki was anything but "alright", but he didn't want to disturb the other hard-working Cartelians with his selfishness.


    The Kishu Inu was nearby when he heard Maplesugar's call from across their border and drew himself forth at a lethargic pace to greet the annoyingly carefree woman. He quickly found himself envying her happiness, seeing the gold in her heart. His own was tainted and had turned into worthless stone. He was utterly unremarkable. His thin rosy lips tugged downwards faintly, a scarcely invisible frown upon his dearest features. He came closer, hesitantly, his natural distrust glimmering faintly in his eyes as he looked upon the basket that was offered.


    "Th-Thanks..." The poor, grieving boy would murmur in a terribly quiet voice, "Wh-What sort of herbs do you, uh, h-have in there?" Ryuu was mostly concerned about the herbs and other medicines that were in the basket. After all, even though he was not an official Surgeon, the Cartelian still felt a need to be there for his crewmates and heal their physical wounds. It was the best he could do-- it was the only thing he could do right. In a way, healing others had become one of his healthier coping mechanisms. Being focused on work seemed to help cope with the pain a little... He only wished he was busier.


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    ★ ★ ★ The girl came slipping over slowly. Settling beside the former doctor and blinking. Eyes on the stranger and eyes calm. She would then dip her head. "Thank you. How is the Thunderlands fairing? Also, can I get you food or drink? You must be tired from the journey."


    "Speech."

    YOU CAN BE ALICE, I’LL BE THE MAD HATTER



    Maplesugar's brow furrowed and she gave a slight "humph" noise. Gazing at the kisha inu she responded. "I'm no medic, so I'm not entirely sure. And, to be blunt, I wasn't even the one to collect these things. It was another Thunderlander, a collie name Nymeria." The chocolate smoke stood along-side him, gazing at the various plants within the gift basket. "It's probably just a little bit of everything though. Nymeria likes to be thorough."


    Turning to Celestina Void, Maplesugar beamed like a ray of sunshine. "I'm well thank you! A drink might be nice though." Settling in more, the femme relaxed in their company. "The Thunderlands is well. I'm relatively new so I'm still figuring things out. Regis is in charge, and I hear he attacked Soundcheck, the leader of the Shadow Veil. And... that may be it."



    "OH! I'm Maplesugar by the way!"

    ★ ★ ★ Was 5e war still going on? Weird. "Ah, yes. One moment." She mused before trotting off to fetch a drink. After a moment, she returned and set the drink before the woman. A nice tea, with a hint of mint. "I am glad things are well, but what has happened to cause Regis to attack Soundcheck? That war was over, I thought."


    "Speech."

    YOU CAN BE ALICE, I’LL BE THE MAD HATTER



    The Thunderlands? It sounded as if Thunderclan had changed it's name without her knowing, for why else would any other group have the word "thunder" in it's name? Lunae wasn't well acquainted with the group, but she was at least familiar with their name. As usual, change occurred frequently and there was a lot to keep track of. Lunae was sure that she'd mess up and call them Thunderclan instead of their new name once this memory faded amidst the storm of others. Gifts weren't extremely uncommon, although she did appreciate the gesture. Sometimes she even found something that she found personally beneficial. Actually...she couldn't tell what anything looked like. So that complicated matters.


    Nonetheless, it was a kind gesture regardless of whether or not it was a political obligation. "Ah, thank you for the gifts Maplesugar." She offered softly, trying not to butt into their conversation too strongly. It seemed rude. Instead, she would turn her attention back to the list of gifts that had been offered to them. Lunae was less than keen on the thought of a knife, and it also meant that she couldn't feel what was contained with the stash safely. Herbs didn't belong to her, but rather the medic. Everything else that had been listed interested her though. She just had no way of knowing what to pick out.


    NO DON'T GIVE UP ON LIFE / TAGS