Harnel indeed travels to Summerset. He'll travel a small distance out of the city before disabling the illusion of his gloves and begin his flight there. He'll land outside the grove, looking inward just in case the fey wouldn't take entirely kindly to him abruptly dropping in.
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Appropriate to it's name, the sun is setting just behind the mountain as Harnel can see the grove underneath him. But as he lands, he still can't see any fey within, just flowers and trees.
"Hello?" Harnel calls out, "I'd like to speak to the fey here if I could. I'm planning an expedition to Arcadia, and I need your help. I plan on Stealing something back that they stole from a friend of mine."
If that doesn't get their attention, then they're just not here.
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More giggles followed by an amused reply. "We'll only talk to you if you make out with that beech next to you!" The speaker claims, the beech being fairly apparent to him.
Harnel presses a hand to his chest and makes a wounded sound, "You wound me! Honor demands I reserve my scaly lips for my wife! Besides, I doubt the beech would appreciate it."
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Harnel points towards the earring he's weaing, "This earring here is my sign of marriage to my wife. She has an identical one on her right ear, and it lets us talk to each other no matter how far apart we are."
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"Pffh, what's her name? I bet it's beech, because that would be the closest thing you have to a wife!" The speaker insists, followed by some more giggles.
[At the Foot of Summerset Mountain]
"Her name is Cessie! She's a hestopian noble who has odd tastes," Harnel says, waggling his eyebrows. Not technically a lie there, even if that was more suggestive than it should have been
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"Fine, a poem, but it better be good!" The voice insists, a clear sense of quiet excitement suddenly settles over the grove. Not even the wind seem to make a sound as it still blows through the trees.
There is a brief pause before the half-dragon suddenly can hear the fey weeping around him.
"*sniff* Wh-why aren't my eyes sky blue?!"
"Can you turn my world blue as well? *sniff*"
"I want a wife like that!"
In all this heartache Harnel might not notice that a woman steps out from the beech, her skin the very same color as it and her hair the same color as it's foliage.
The next moment she will attempt to pounce and kiss the half-dragon.
Harnel is caught completely by surprise when the fey collides with him. She get to kiss him for a moment or two before he gets over being stunned by a fey woman colliding with him and will attempt to stop her from kissing him further by placing a hand between their mouths, "I suppose you liked the poem?"
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Harnel stands up once the first dryad is off of him, "I'm sorry, I wasn't lying when I said I reserve my kisses for Cessie. The only reason the beech dryad got a kiss was because she surprised me with one."
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There is an loud "Aww!" Coming from several of the fey-beings, male and female alike.
"See? You got to strike fast or you won't get anything at all." She declares with a shrug.
The dryad next to her pouts, "Unfair! Can we at least read your eyes?" It seems the fey collective are rather curious about him, his eyes especially as they seem to gather up in a circle around the half-dragon. A couple of pixies are looming right in front of his eyes, staring at him in wonder.
"Whoa, you can really see the lack of lies!" One of them exclaims.
The beech dryad rolls her eyes at her companions. "So what did you want anyway?"
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