Willow followed the wizard's gaze, blinking her eerie green eyes and cocking her head slightly to one side as she regarded the elf, significantly more disgruntled than usual. "He really doesn't like you. Can tell, Roggi doesn't pull that face even when Willow hugs him and steals his whiskey." The nymph turned her attention to Max with something of a self-satisfied smile as she added, "Willow is good at people." Any qualms she may have had about the intensity of Roggi's dislike (and there were a few) were swiftly lost beneath the compliment of the ancient being's interest in her and her kind, setting her fronds to rustling and bringing a slightly darker shade of green to her cheeks. Surely this creature couldn't be too bad if he thought her people so clever? Besides, really she was just protecting her Sapling from becoming a side salad.Forge wrote: ↑Wed Mar 28, 2018 9:25 pm"I'm sure the list of people that Roggi would enjoy throwing bottles at grows by the day." The wizard glanced back at the elf, who was staring back at him with unabashed dislike and a sneer that made his scars pucker hideously. Max rolled his eyes at Willow playfully, mouthing the word 'grumpy' and letting the smile he'd been holding onto come out properly. "You," he told her, "I would remember meeting. I've always found the forest folk to be a singularly clever and interesting people. And you're far from home, aren't you?" Max looked pointedly at their surroundings, the bar's interior as removed from woodland as one could get. "I'll promise that I've no intention of eating the boy, or something equally unpleasant, if you'll tell me how a Lady of the green places ended up here."
"Willow likes to explore but this is almost the furthest point from home Willow can venture before," the nymph dropped her shoulders and acquired a downcast expression in a somewhat comical attempt to imitate the drooping of her leaves. "Willow thinks she can only make it as far as Nick's because the zoo is nearby and the zoo has many trees and there are lots of little parks along the way for Willow to rest at," she shrugged her shoulders, leaves rustling in response. "Willow comes to Nick's because there's so many people and so many stories here. Stories about places far away from New York. When gathering stories, it is almost like Willow gets to visit these places too." The nymph looked up at the wizard with a faint hint of embarrassment. How small she must seem to such an ancient and powerful creature, too weak to even explore beyond part of a single city. Still, she'd had many centuries to grow accustomed to her lot and so she smiled. "Was that enough to save Willow's Sapling from being eaten?"