Creative Corner

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Rules

Basic Rules
~When the dragon dies in the coliseum, it must be exalted.
~Any loot gained through the coliseum or gathering is irrelevent.
~There are no restrictions about applying apparel or familiars to your dragons.
~All nuzlocke activity must correspond with the loot gotten from pinkerton's Plundered Pile.
~When a dragon reaches level 25, it is 'retired' and is no longer able to battle or breed as part of the nuzlocke, however it may still be used in writing in the nuzlocke.
~The only money used will be whatever is earned from selling items gained through gathering, the coliseum and Pinkerton's Pile along with 10,000 starting treasure.

Drops

Food - Coliseum
xxPlants: 10-20 matches
xxInsects: 20-30 matches
xxSeafood: 30-40 matches
xxMeat: 40-50 matches

Challengers are chosen via random number generator. If the dragons are the same level, the venue is the highest one for the dragons. If there are mixed levels, it is the venue one tier down from the highest level. Fleeing and leaving to refresh health is allowed as is staying in the venue the entire day.

Materials And Trinkets - Creative
xxMaterials: Writing
xxTrinkets: Art

Familiars - New Dragon
Using a random number generator, the breed will be chosen. A dragon of that breed will be bought off the Auction House.

xx1. Fae
xx2. Guardian
xx3. Mirror
xx4. Pearlcatcher
xx5. Ridgeback
xx6. Tundra
xx7. Spiral
xx8. Imperial
xx9. Snapper
xx10. Wildclaw
xx11. Nocturne
xx12. Coatl
xx13. Skydancer
xx14. Bogsneak

Apparel - Breeding
Two dragons will be bred, chosen via random number generator for each gender. When the eggs hatch, a coin will be thrown to decide whether it lives or dies.

xxHeads: Dies
xxTails: Lives

All living hatchlings will be added to the nuzlocke. Instead of breeding, a dragon can also be gened or scattered. If breeding or geneing a dragon is not possible at the time of an apparel pull, a hatchling must be bought off the Auction House within at least the parents' colour range, preferably matching a possible outcome of if the parents bred.

Battle Items - Death Streak
A coin will be flipped to decide what happens.

xxHeads: Death Streak
xxTails: Nothing

Challengers will be chosen using a random number generator and taken to the highest venue possible. 10 rounds in that venue with no health items and no leaving. If a dragon dies, the death streak has ended.

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The claws of autumn pulled tightly against the grip of summer. The weather was unpredictable, as were the fauna and flora that relied on the change of the seasons. One day was as hot as the ashfall waste yet the next could be wet and freezing. The usually lively merchant route between the jungles of the nature flight and the wastelands of the plague flight was unnervingly quiet. This, however, did not faze the three old friends making the popular trip.

There was quite an even mix of disease lovers and plant lovers in each territory, though many dragons stayed in the opposite one for one reason or another. This is why it’s a popular trip, among merchants, anyway. The amount of profit in selling plants and vials of diseases was enormous and growing and was a great opportunity to increase your wealth if you didn’t mind being trapped in by plants or the strangely squelchy ground of the wasteland.

The three travelers in question were childhood friends from very different clans and it was often a struggle to meet up at the same time, even as adults responsibilities called them back. The merchant route was the perfect excuse. After all, the most popular plants only flowered for a short amount of time and even the most stubborn of clan leaders would be persuaded by the riches eventually.

Their talk eventually turned to complaining about what little they had to do when they managed to meet up when not on the route. As usual they paid little attention to the glares they got for being too loud or the tuts and huffs as other merchants passed, hurrying along and almost seeming to shiver. One dragon, dressed in a ragged brown cloak with the hood drawn up over its face. It was almost impossible to tell what species it was, but its stiff feathered wings gave it away as a coatl.

Its voice seemed to echo as it spoke, not quite male yet not quite female. “Good day, I heard you were wondering what to do when you next meet off this track?” For a second the trio looked suspicious of how this dragon could have known what they were talking about before, one by one, they each realised they were being quite loud. Again. A small, dull green mirror spoke up from behind the other two, squeezing past as she spoke. “Hi, yes, we were, do you have any suggestions?”

“In fact, I have something better, how about this old pack of playing cards?” It held out a small box, the dimensions of a playing card yet much taller than the normal height of a box of them. “Ah, yes, the height. It’s not the original packing, it contains a small booklet I made of fun games to play,” it said, almost as if reading their minds before their faces even could. The mirror looked back at the others, all nodding in agreement. “That sounds like a wonderful idea!” The mirror chirped, her mouth wide in a clumsy, toothy smile.

“How much do we owe you?” Another asked, a pale blue bogsneak with his flesh turned to shimmering blue stone. It laughed, waving away their concerns, “Oh, nothing at all! I’d just be happy to help! Good luck on your travels, my friends!” It tossed the cards in their general direction. The third dragon caught it, a shiny black imperial with a similar condition to the bogsneak, though his was a dark brown.

Almost immediately after it touched him, their world went black. Yet even though there were hundreds of other merchants, not one noticed them disappear. A few minutes later, normal chatter resumed on the route.

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Pinglist: @/Jaspernoir

• Introduction and Rules
• Index
• The Dragons
• Day 1 - Food
• Day 2 - Apparel
• Day 3 - Familiar
• Day 4 - Food
• Day 5 - Apparel
• Day 6 - Material
• Day 7 - Apparel
• Day 8 - Familiar
• Day 9 - Food
• Day 10 - Battle Item
• Day 11 - Familiar
• Day 12 - Trinket

[center][size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_2552694]Introduction & Rules[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35914508]Index[/url] - [b]The Dragons[/b][/size] [size=5][size=3][color=071f77][b]The Dragons[/b][/color][/size][/size] The dragons who are taking part in the nuzlocke and the dragons who have died in the nuzlocke including links to any art or writing done for them within the nuzlocke. ----- [size=4][size=3][color=123f96][b]Alive[/b][/color][/size][/size][/center] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45996604] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/459967/45996604_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][color=transparent]---[/color][nextcol][b][i]Myar[/i][/b] Level 5 Imperial Male x - x - x[/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46151584] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/461516/46151584_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][color=transparent]---[/color][nextcol][b][i]Euru[/i][/b] Level 4 Guardian Female x - x - x[/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46174583] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/461746/46174583_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][color=transparent]---[/color][nextcol][b][i]Alm[/i][/b] Level 1 Imperial Female x - x - x[/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46321893] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/463219/46321893_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][color=transparent]---[/color][nextcol][b][i]Akali[/i][/b] Level 1 Imperial Male x - x - x[/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46334622] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/463347/46334622_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][color=transparent]---[/color][nextcol][b][i]Lorna[/i][/b] Level 1 Guardian Male x - x - x[/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46417761] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/464178/46417761_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][color=transparent]---[/color][nextcol][b][i]Sunhill[/i][/b] Level 1 Snapper Female x - x - x[/columns] ----- [center][size=4][size=3][color=123f96][b]Dead[/b][/color][/size][/size][/center] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46013674] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/460137/46013674_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][color=transparent]---[/color][nextcol][b][i]Emiri[/i][/b] Level 4 Bogsneak Male [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35994422]x[/url] - x - x Died: [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35968075]Day 4[/url][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=45923836] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/459239/45923836_350.png[/img] [/url] [nextcol][color=transparent]---[/color][nextcol][b][i]Vida[/i][/b] Level 4 Mirror Female [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35994422]x[/url] - x - x Died: [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35968075]Day 4[/url][/columns] [columns][url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46162295] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/461623/46162295_350.png[/img] [/url][nextcol][color=transparent]---[/color][nextcol][b][i]Ellabe[/i][/b] Level 2 Tundra Female [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35994422]x[/url] - x - x Died: [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/2#post_36035605]Day 9[/url][/columns]

[center][size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_2552694]Introduction & Rules[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35914508]Index[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694#post_35914510]The Dragons[/url][/size] [size=5][size=3][color=071f77][b]Day 1[/b][/color][/size][/size] 12,715[img]http://flightrising.com/images/layout/icon_treasure.png[/img][/center] [item=Toxindiver] From Pinkerton's Pile came this little insect, meaning Myar, Emiri and Vida got dragged into the Training Fields for 23 rounds. No major damage overall and all reached level 4. Emiri's been given Scratch to help make things easier next time. ----- It had been just a couple minutes since colour had returned to the world around them, yet there was still some leftover screaming that apparently had to be released. It was from Emiri, the bogsneak of the trio. He was still curled into as tight of a ball as his chubby bogsneak body could be, screaming his head off with his eyes screwed shut. The other two of the unlucky trio were looking around their surroundings. A thick layer of fog crushed them from all sides, reducing their vision to just a few metres in front of them before fading to the strange cream tinted grey that hid their surroundings. From what they could tell, the path they were travelling on had vanished and they were now stood in an uneven plain of disgustingly squelchy, stone grey ground. It was as if, as you stood there, it attempted to suck you into it like quicksand but did not quite have the right properties to do so. Walking even a short distance was tiring and even then they couldn’t go too far before losing sight of Emiri. Emiri, the bogsneak who was still screaming. Ten minutes later. At this point, it was annoying. Who needed to scream that long? The mirror and imperial looked at each other, each raising a front leg that was balled into a fist. A quick rock-paper-scissors tournament that turned into a best of eleven before the loser admitted defeat took place, the black imperial sighing and grumbling while the small green mirror laughed silently and watched. “Good luck, Myar!” whisper-shouted the mirror, earning herself a truly perfected death glare from the imperial, Myar. Myar cautiously approached the screaming fat ball, as if scared of his old friend. He raised a front paw, the same that had just lost in the previous rock-paper-scissors tournament. He held it above his friend’s back and hesitated. He almost pulled his paw back. Almost. He gently pressed it against the pale scales and spoke, “Em, it’s okay. You cans top screaming. It’s over. Open your eyes…” The bogsneak jumped, yanking his head up and simultaneously clonking Myar’s chin with it and sending the imperial stumbling backwards. “...Oh, right. I knew that.. Of course…” Emiri chuckled nervously, looking between the mirror who was now laughing on her back and the imperial giving her the most deathly of death glares. “...Did I miss something?”

[b][/b][center][size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_2552694]Introduction & Rules[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35914508]Index[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694#post_35914510]The Dragons[/url][/size] [size=5][size=3][color=071f77][b]Day 2[/b][/color][/size][/size] 8,392[img]http://flightrising.com/images/layout/icon_treasure.png[/img][/center] [item=Pathfinder's Cape] From a brilliant start to a horrifying screech of a day 2. Apparel means breeding, of course. But then, how do you breed when all your dragons are on cooldown. The other option is geneing, but I don't even have enough to gene a dragon in regular funds as it is, let alone this Pinkerlocke that started yesterday. So, a new and tediously painful rule addition has been made: '[b]If breeding or geneing a dragon is not possible at the time of an apparel pull, a hatchling must be bought off the Auction House within at least the parents' colour range, preferably matching a possible outcome of if the parents bred.[/b]' And so, after way too long of staring at the AH in sheer frustration, we have a new addition to this Pinkerlocke. Meet Euru. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46151584] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/461516/46151584_350.png[/img] [/url] ----- “Are we there yet? Are you suuuure?” Came the incessant whines of Vida, asking the same questions over and over as they walked. It would be more annoying if they hadn’t got a better way of telling that time had passed. Vida had the usually annoying habit of keeping intervals of silence to precisely the same length when bored, hungry, tired or just feeling like being generally annoying. This was, unfortunately, the only way they could tell the time as the oppressing fog didn’t show any signs of fading or even giving them a hint as to where the sun was. At least it let in enough light to see. They marched on in the strange fashion they’d created, lifting their legs high as the ground beneath threatened to suck them back and never, ever walking in each others’ footsteps. It seemed, once it had been squelched once, the ground seemed to awaken and tug at the unfortunate legs of the dragons even harder than before. So on their marched, legs high and heads down in silence, the only interruption being Vida’s high pitched whine. The world seemed to darken, as if what sun was there had began to set. The darkness also seemed to thin the fog ever so slightly, just enough to make out vague shadowy shapes. It helped quite a bit, for once they could see what they were approaching instead of being ambushed like before. Scratches and wounds seemed to heal quite quickly, almost vanishing within what should be a few hours. They stopped, looking between themselves. The strangeness of this place was unnerving and, despite all the complaining on the merchant’s route, they missed their clans. They missed solid ground. “Are we ther-?” Vida began, suddenly interrupted by an angry snap. “Will you shut up!” It was Myar, the tall imperial spun around and stalked over to the tiny mirror. “On and on and on you go, whining all the way! Do you have any idea of how annoying your voice is you boney twig?!” His lips began forming the beginnings of a snarl. To the innocent bystander or, when one isn’t available like in this instance, Emiri, it looked like he was going to bite her head off. At least it would shut her up, though he did concede it was a rather permanent solution. Unfortunately, it was left on a cliffhanger, a strange echo suddenly began circling around them. At first it was quite indistinct and its source unknown, but as it grew clearer and louder, a small shadow appeared in the fog around them. [i]”Boney twi-ig! Boney twi-ig! Boney twi-ig!”[/i] It continued on and on for what seemed like a few minutes. For once, it was Vida’s turn to snap. “I am not a boney twig!” She yelled at the fog, huffing and pouting, but it seemed to have worked. The echo stopped. The shadow disappeared. For all of five seconds. From behind them, just as they were beginning to feel relieved came a quiet, childlike voice, “Who’s not a boney twig?” The voice’s owner was a tiny baby dragon, appearing to be quite similar to the guardians where they come from. It looked so small and innocent, they were almost fooled into thinking it was a harmless little child. Almost. And for the first time since he stopped screaming, Emiri spoke, “Who are you?” The response took a few moments of pondering to find, but soon the hatchling had an answer, “Euru!” “I think we should take him along,” suggested Vida, glancing at her companions before back at the hatchling. “Well, if we do you’re taking care of him. It is your idea,” Myar replied, conveniently forgetting his role in the child’s appearance. The mirror wouldn’t accept that, “You’re the one that called me a boney twig in the first place!” The two of them glared at each other, trying to resume the earlier conflict. Emiri, however, didn’t want to watch his old friends rip each other apart anymore. “Why don’t you both take responsibility for it?”

[center][size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_2552694]Introduction & Rules[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35914508]Index[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694#post_35914510]The Dragons[/url][/size] [size=5][size=3][color=071f77][b]Day 3[/b][/color][/size][/size] 3,892[img]http://flightrising.com/images/layout/icon_treasure.png[/img][/center] [item=Gold-Throated Sparrow] Pinkerton seems to be in the giving mood, another new dragon today. Meet Ellabe. [url=http://flightrising.com/main.php?dragon=46162295] [img]http://flightrising.com/rendern/350/461623/46162295_350.png[/img] [/url] -----

[center][size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_2552694]Introduction & Rules[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35914508]Index[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694#post_35914510]The Dragons[/url][/size] [size=5][size=3][color=071f77][b]Day 4[/b][/color][/size][/size] 5,759[img]http://flightrising.com/images/layout/icon_treasure.png[/img][/center] [item=Mobile Stick] It started so well, but the Pile God is never truly kind. Today we say goodbye to Vida and Emiri, both dying relatively close together in the Coliseum adventure today. After Emiri's death, 3 battles in, it was decided that one dragon alone could not take on the fould beasts of the Woodland Path. Myar is now the only Adult dragon remaining, let's hope that Pinkerton will be kind until Euru and Ellabe grow up. Edit: I now regret my decision for the rules. I really miss Emiri and Vida. Oh well, on we go in this spiralling circle of attachment and heartbreak. ----- A strangled roar screeched from under the spindly plants they’d come to call trees. A mix of grief and anger, sadness and vengeance. The fluffy, shimmering child known as Ellabe cautiously stepped into the ‘forest’. The little one knew little of the world, she only knew that something was wrong with those she had come to call family. Her curiosity drove her forwards, her oversized paws trembling more and more as she continued on. She reached a battered clearing, the nearest trees felled or scored with huge claw marks, it was a brutal sight, even in the dull grey of the world around them. Muffled, wailing sobs came from the huge black figure in the centre, blocking her view of in front of him. Myar was crying. She’d never seen him cry. The others, sure, but he’d always just been frustrated no matter how disappointing and hopeless their trek became. With a paw outstretched, she approached her crying parent. “M-Myar? What’s wrong? Why are you crying?” She asked, a soft paw gently pressed against his back. She was trembling viciously, even Myar could feel it through the thick fur along his spine. He twisted round, his noodle-like body contorting to face her yet still blocking what he did not want her to see. “Nothing’s wrong, El, run along back to Euru. That’s a good girl,” he almost succeeded in hiding his emotions from his voice. Almost. He choked on the last word, his tears threatening to spill in a new round of wails and sobs. “No, tell me. What’s wrong? What are you hiding?” She could tear the remnants of the tears on his face, the last couple dripping off onto the ground. For whatever reason, she was no longer scared of what could happen, just concerned about what made her parent so afraid to tell her. He usually never lied so blatantly, at least attempting to cover up the truth. Here it was out in the open, for all to see. It was sloppy. Myar was never sloppy. Wordlessly, the imperial shifted aside, fresh tears streaming down his face. One last concerned glance at him was all the preparation Ellabe had for what she saw. It had never occurred to her that Emiri and Vida weren’t there, they never separated for long. And one would have turned up by now, after hearing him cry. His sides were not unscathed, either. Deep gashes and bite marks scattered along his sides, mostly around his neck. A horrified chill settled in her. She could see now why he had been crying. In front of the child lay the beaten, bloody and battered bodies of Emiri and Vida. Vida was already fragile, fondly nicknamed a ‘boney twig’ by both Myar and Euru, though she hated it, but here on the ground, the shimmering green of her scales was seeping into the ground right along with her blood. A dull, lifeless form with many more bones broken than Ellabe knew existed, her neck was twisted the wrong way, her legs were all different lengths and her wings. Oh god her wings. They were torn to shreds, the beautiful green wings Ellabe loved were torn to shreds. By the time she looked away, her mother was almost as grey as the ground. A few moments of being frozen in horror and disgust passed before she turned her gaze to Emiri. The friendly, chubby Bogsneak was a little coward in reality. He looked like he could squash a house and acted like he could too. In reality, he would curl up and scream at whatever terrified him. And here he was, trapped in a half curled form with his mouth half open, the terror still lingering in his lifeless eyes. His death looked swift, at least, not as brutal as Vida’s. He had a long, dripping wound from his shoulder to his chest. She looked at Myar with an understanding gaze. This is why he was crying.

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Pinglist please! So many babies...

[center][size=2][url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_2552694]Introduction & Rules[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694/1#post_35914508]Index[/url] - [url=http://www1.flightrising.com/forums/cc/2552694#post_35914510]The Dragons[/url][/size] [size=5][size=3][color=071f77][b]Day 6[/b][/color][/size][/size] 6,244[img]http://flightrising.com/images/layout/icon_treasure.png[/img][/center] [item=Strangling Root] Finally something that won't add more hatchling's to [s]Myar's Daycare[/s] the pinkerlocke. Two new adults to help Myar in the coliseum, too. Euru and Ellabe both grew today. As today's pull was a material, I though I'd use the recent deaths of Emiri and Vida to expand just a little on the strange realm they group is stuck in. [size=1]@Jaspernoir[/size] ----- [i]A roaring wind crashed around her, disorienting and muffling her senses. It had been what felt like hours since she got here, wherever here was. She stared down at the green form in front of her. Beaten, battered, useless and yet, she felt as though she new it. As if she needed it. She shook her head, lifting it in time to watch the two figures who had stayed there together leave. An overwhelming urge to follow rose up through her being, begging her to run and catch up with them. Perhaps they had more answers to her situation. She ran, sweeping over the pale green grasses below her and rustling the few pale leaves left clinging to their branches. The place felt familiar, but different. As if she’d been there before. To her left she caught a glimpse of another like her, running along the exact same path. They were familiar, as well. Why did she seem to know so much, yet so little? She brushed her confusion aside, deciding to call out to her new companion. The roaring wind that surrounded her silenced it before it left her mouth. If there was a wind, why were the trees not affected? She finally caught up to the figures she was chasing, distinct intervals of time had melted into one continuous march onwards. The smaller of the pair she had seen seemed bigger, somehow and there were two others with them, carefully walking side by side, careful not to follow too closely. She did not dare to make her presence known, after all, who said they were friendly? And it wasn’t like she could talk. She voiced a couple of questions to the air, the fake wind silencing them in an instant. But it was good to get them out. The other she had seen on her run had also arrived, standing beside her as they watched this odd group in silence. Why were they so familiar? Who were they? She turned for a closer look at her silent companion, they were large and blobby, not at all like the ones she was watching. What a strange situation this whole thing was. It took a few second for her to realise she’d spoken aloud, the wind had stopped almost as suddenly as it had started. She glanced at her companion to find them nodding in agreement. The group did not seem to notice her slip up, except one. The soft and fluffy coat gently sweeping across the ground as she approached. The fluffy being looked up at them, glancing between them. [/i]”I’m sorry,”[i] she quietly said, a tear fresh in her eye, [/i]”I wish there was more I could do. You are free to do as you wish. I’m sorry.”[i] The creature turned back to catch up to the rest of her group and as if some chain had been broken, faint memories began returning. The being beside her pointed to their fluffy friend, “Ellabe,” he whispered. He turned to her, the confused look on his face perfectly mirroring hers. He pointed right at her and a few seconds passed before he spoke, “...Vida.” It was now her turn, he’d taken more than enough names as it was and it had apparently been a while since she last spoke, she pointed to him and spoke slowly, pronouncing each syllable as if it were the hardest in her life, “Em-i-ri… Emiri.” [/i]Ellabe had caught back up to her group, hoping no one had noticed her brief absence. Of course, nothing could escape the eye of Alm, the little black imperial could probably have a hidden eye on the back of her head and Ellabe wouldn’t be surprised. “Elly, what were you doing?” A small, sad smile crossed Ellabe’s face, wondering how to reply for just a few seconds before she spoke, “Nothing, little one. Come on, let’s keep going.” And with that, the matter was dropped. She hoped the day would never come where Alm would push it further. For now, she knew she could hide it.