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[i]The choice is [b]"What's your name?"[/b]![/i]
"Ah..." Cyrosphera trailed off, and the silence between them dragged on. Remembering his rather annoying comment about manners, she asked, "What's your name?"
"Aphrodus, nice to meet you." The Nocturne laughed a little. "Don't worry, you don't have to call me that. You can call me Leafhopper."
Cyrosphera raised her eyebrow at this strange introduction but shrugged. Leafhopper it was. "Nice to meet you, Leafhopper. My name is Cyrosphera."
Leafhopper tilted his head. "Long name," he commented. "I'll just call you Sphera."
Cyrosphera was not pleased with this turn of conversation, but the energy that Leafhopper gave off told her that arguing with him would just make it a very boring and futile attempt.
Just then, she heard something thunk into the snow to her right. The both of them turned at the same time, with Cyrosphera bracing herself for an attack. However, all that landed on the snow was a small bag. From where she was standing, a few metres away from the bag, she could see small grains through the small opening.
Looking around, she couldn't see any sign of any living thing that could have dropped the bag. The snowy wasteland around them stayed exactly the same. She turned towards Leafhopper questioningly.
[b]>> Approach the grain bag.
>> Stay down and still.
>> Ask Leafhopper if he was the one who threw it.[/b]
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"Ah..." Cyrosphera trailed off, and the silence between them dragged on. Remembering his rather annoying comment about manners, she asked, "What's your name?"
"Aphrodus, nice to meet you." The Nocturne laughed a little. "Don't worry, you don't have to call me that. You can call me Leafhopper."
Cyrosphera raised her eyebrow at this strange introduction but shrugged. Leafhopper it was. "Nice to meet you, Leafhopper. My name is Cyrosphera."
Leafhopper tilted his head. "Long name," he commented. "I'll just call you Sphera."
Cyrosphera was not pleased with this turn of conversation, but the energy that Leafhopper gave off told her that arguing with him would just make it a very boring and futile attempt.
Just then, she heard something thunk into the snow to her right. The both of them turned at the same time, with Cyrosphera bracing herself for an attack. However, all that landed on the snow was a small bag. From where she was standing, a few metres away from the bag, she could see small grains through the small opening.
Looking around, she couldn't see any sign of any living thing that could have dropped the bag. The snowy wasteland around them stayed exactly the same. She turned towards Leafhopper questioningly.
>> Approach the grain bag.
>> Stay down and still.
>> Ask Leafhopper if he was the one who threw it.