The First Step

Theron walks out with the slight stumble of a normally tired person who hasn't slept well to exacerbate the problem. Evidence of the most minimum of efforts dressing himself are slowly being corrected as he adjusts the buckles along the tabbard. The splash of color on the steps draws his attention and he glowers at its cheerful appearance. "Guys! Guys! There's a weird, flipping, flower out here! Who's got gloves?"

"What Theron, what do we got?" Carro jaunts up to Theron with a bit of pep in his step after some morning meditations.

Rowan sleepily hobbles out of the cabin’s sleeping area, rubbing her Woadless eyes, “Oi, LACHAYLAN, yer bein‘ too-“

She stops mid-sentence noticing the bright orange flower. Rowan sort of remembered seeing a similar one in the hands of the funny man-friend when they met a couple nights ago. She walked to where the flower lay and took a tiny wiff... it smelled like her manfriend...

Rowan plopped next to it and covered her slightly pink face within her tall collar, not entirely sure what to make of the whole thing.

Lilith walks out, glances at the flower, and then answers Theron. She spoke with confidence, "Clearly, we have a problem." She crossed her arms across her chest and leaned against the door frame. "I know how to fix this. Theron, can you spare a few gold for a personal project of mine?"

Carro peers down at the flower. "Wait, what am I missing... Is this flower dangerous?"

Theron raised an eyebrow at all this. "I mean..." he them mumbles "Zyvian really has all the money..." Shaking his head, and waving his hands. "Wait, wait. What needs 'fixed'? And how do you fix it with gold? And why is Rowan collapsing in on herself? This some Wylde Elf thing?" Theron shrugs to Carro. "We've yet to find random flowers that aren't dangerous."

Carro laughs at Theron's cryptic answer. "I picked a bunch the other day that seemed harmless. Maybe it's from a certain priestess?"

Rowan pops up from crouching, tugging at the bottom of her tabard. “Uhm! I think this flower is okay!” She starts to toe the ground, giggling a little.

Carro nods at Rowan. "Well there you go!

"Seems good to me"

Theron looks at Rowan, head leaning back and eyes narrowing at her demeanor. "Oh no." "It's for you, isn't it?" He accuses

"Wait wait wait... Who's giving the kid flowers, Theron?" Carro's smile slightly faulters.

Lilith noded. "Now you see the situation we have. Only one creature would be so bold, so forward.....a BARD. "

“I’M AN ADULT,” Rowan stammered in her childish voice. She pouted with her cheeks puffing out and crossed her arms.

"Oh damn. ... Not... You mean... Well this certainly makes for a satisfying dilemma." Carro shakes his head and looks to Theron. "Your call Papa Primus." Carro chuckles at Theron.

Theron lifts his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose as Carro calls him that. "Rowan, you are an adult. Nobody is saying you can't make your own choices. But what Lillith is hinting at is that Bards sometimes... get a little ahead of themselves, and you don't have much experience with them." "It's a very pretty flower, and very nice and all. We just want..." He looks to the other two. "Help me out here."

Carro laughs uproariously, "Sorry, Theron, romantic relationships are probably the furthest thing from familiar to a monk like me."

Rowan bounces up and down, her crazy, curly fiery hair flipping every other direction, “It matches my hair!” She promptly picks up the flower. “I think it’s from my Manfriend!”

"Kannoth" Theron says for the sake of clarity for Lillith and Carro

Lilith put her hands on Rowan's shoulder to try and call her bouncy sister. "It was a nice gesture, but don't get to excited. Bards are...... notorious for their fickle hearts."

Lilith looked to Theron. "We're going to have to build a fence. Those bastards can topple even the best defenses if they're horny.".