[ Much the same, Pavlova cookie has always found himself drawn to nature and flowers in particular in no small part due to his upbringing. The smell is grounding, as is the feel of soil between his fingers, so it's little surprise that he's here.
What is perhaps more strange is the bird cage he has with him, but it's serving as a planter, so it's not totally out of place.
... He tenses when he sees Elder Faerie, but he says nothing for now. Salt may have tried to lessen Elder Faerie's involvement to the others, but Pavlova knows all of it. ]
[he doesn't notice Pavlova until he looks down in front of him]
Well, hello there, young Pavlova Cookie.
[he's nervous, but he's definitely not hostile. in fact, he looks relaxed, his hands behind his back as he takes a leisurely stroll. riding on his shoulder is his little pet familiar thing, the dachsologie named Puck]
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What is perhaps more strange is the bird cage he has with him, but it's serving as a planter, so it's not totally out of place.
... He tenses when he sees Elder Faerie, but he says nothing for now. Salt may have tried to lessen Elder Faerie's involvement to the others, but Pavlova knows all of it. ]
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Well, hello there, young Pavlova Cookie.
[he's nervous, but he's definitely not hostile. in fact, he looks relaxed, his hands behind his back as he takes a leisurely stroll. riding on his shoulder is his little pet familiar thing, the dachsologie named Puck]