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WHO: Thistles
WHERE: Thistle
WHEN: post-game evening 94/morning 95

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[ In the morning, Thistle will find a few avocadoes dumped at their doorstep.

you're welcome. ]

[OH. . .]

[definitely putting those away with a tiny smile, before setting out to find A WEED]

[a specific weed but she knows who she is]

[ i forgot i did this.

anyway she's chilling outside her tower, having her morning glass of wine. ]

[I AM HERE TO REMIND YOU THREE DAYS LATE--]

[lifting a hand to wave her down]

Yo, Faith!

[ glances over, raising an eyebrow as she floats down. ]

Yes?

[looping an arm around his staff, leaning against it casually]

Do you know which Weed left us a bunch of avocados?

[he has NO IDEA it was her]

Well, I didn't want them.

[quiet for a moment, expression going slack, mouth falling open slightly. and then his features soften]

Ah. . .

Well. . . thank you. We appreciate it.

[ you're so weird lol. she's just like ??? ]

Was that all?

[it's called being thankful, Faith!!]

Ah-- no. There's something else I wanted to share with you. Since the Weeds don't have a Shepherd, I wasn't sure if they got the memo.

We rarely do. I find certain shepherds end up blocking us from receiving said information. Rude, really.

[HAH. . .]

That's why I'm here, right?

Indeed.

So? What is it?

[lifting a hand to tap his temple]

Apparently, there's a method for us to remember our real names. The ones we lost when we first got here.

Really. Fascinating.

I'm not sure how it happened, but I assume another flock is responsible. The information was just kind of. . . dumped into my head.

[a small shrug]

Our names are out in the mist. You'll need someone with a powerful sense of smell to track them down. And when you find them, you have to confess a truth about yourself to get it back.

Which means, should you choose to pursue your name, you'll require a Weed.

[nodnods]

Naturally.

And a Weed with a strong sense of smell would be quite useful, I'd imagine.

I feel a very heavy-handed hint in this conversation.

It's me. Of course.

Of course.

[AMUSED. . .]

I think some people on Thistle are interested in getting their names back. When we decide to head out, we'll take you with us, okay?

Of course. I shouldn't have any difficulty tracking them down.

[grins]

It's a deal, then.

[and he holds out a hand to shake on it]

[ takes his hand, shaking. ]

Do let me know when you wish to go out. My schedule is open currently.