Funny moments!

[Elisabeth]

Elisabeth hms quietly, asking Veronice, 'And if you can forgive my curiosity, how old are you now, Mistress Veronice?'.
Elisabeth smiles at Veronice.
Veronice holds out four fingers to you, 'I am four years old.'.
Veronice adds on to that, 'And I am a good girl.'.
You see a pentagram dripping with blood scored into Veronice's forehead.

[Andreas]

Andreas looks over Farron, a great, grey dire wolf with admiration. 'A magnificent companion, Sir,' he commends to Stigr.

Stigr reaches up and scritches you behind the ear and tells you, 'My gratitude, Sir. He is a true friend.'.

Stigr reaches up and scritches you behind the ear and tells Farron, a great, grey dire wolf, 'My gratitude, Sir. He is a true friend.'.

Stigr says, OOC, 'NOOO'

Zhekrie says, OOC, 'lmao'

Stigr reaches up and scritches Farron, a great, grey dire wolf behind the ear and tells you, 'My gratitude, Sir. He is a true friend.'.

Stigr says, OOC, '>.> <.< Ignore that ever happened'

You say, OOC, '... Well ALL righty then! XD'

[Areia]

Sansoril asks you 'What d'ya call it when ya cast a spell'f flight on yer mother's sister?'

You ask Sansoril 'What indeed?'


Sansoril says to you 'Uppin' the auntie.'

Ahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa

[Harroghty]

You don't even know which end of a length of hempen rope is up!
You hold a length of hempen rope in both of your hands.

Does anyone really?

[Elisabeth]

If you think you might be a paladin some day, smile a lot, and are a lazy typer like me... behold my first words of wisdom to you: Alias smi.

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Library
Basil the Verbeeg stands here.
A Winter Wolf Guard stands here with wary eyes and snow-shrouded armor.
Basil the Verbeeg smiles an ugly, toothy smile.
Basil the Verbeeg says to you 'Ah, welcome, Winter Wolf.'
A Winter wolf guard stands up straighter, squaring his shoulders.

smi basil
You miss as you try to smite Basil the Verbeeg.

bli

Basil the Verbeeg's stone skin absorbs all of your damage.
A Winter wolf guard joins the battle!

You blink.


You weave out of the way of Basil the Verbeeg's punch.


You weave out of the way of Basil the Verbeeg's punch.

flee
You prepare to flee ...


You duck under a Winter wolf guard's slashing attack.


Throne room

Yep, smi = smite and not smile now. This is doubly funny/embarrasing because after it happened, I remembered discussing this very thing with Katheryn's player a looong time ago and joked that I'd probably accidentally be smiting people all over because Elisabeth smiles so much. It had just completely slipped my mind. Students, heed your teachers well.

Woohoo for learning completely new mechanics.

[Alitar]

Never had that issue as Alitar somehow.

[Aysa]

Zia . o O O (Mental note... never try to get Elisabeth to smile)

Though, I guess we could take this to another level... Elisabeth has earned a new feat:

The Joel Osteen Smile of Smite!

[Althasizor]

What happens when two very lucky people try to play dice with eachother?

Summer says 'Pick your number.'
You exclaim 'Six!'
Summer says 'And I pick... seven.'
Summer says to you 'Make your bet and roll the dice.'
You drop 5 copper coins.
Celric nods to Summer, 'Dice?'.
Summer gives you a pouch of dice.
You hold a pouch of dice in your right hand.
Celric grins, 'Imagine if I get it on the first roll, that'd be anticlimactic.'.
Summer chuckles.
You stop using a pouch of dice.
You drop a pouch of dice.
The dice roll on the ground.
The first die stops on a II.
The second die stops on a IV.
You laugh.
Summer laughs.
Celric scrubs his face with his hand, 'I can't be-You know what, it's that I'm too good. I warmed up my fate reading for the event coming.'.
You nod at yourself.
You get 5 copper coins.
Summer giggles.
Summer gets a pouch of dice.
Summer drops some money.
Celric shakes his head, 'Okay, let's just reset. This time, you first.'.
Summer holds a pouch of dice in her left hand.
Summer stops using a pouch of dice.
Summer drops a pouch of dice.
The dice roll on the ground.
The first die stops on a VI.
The second die stops on a I.
Summer laughs.
Celric falls backward in the grass, 'Oh my -god-.'.
Summer falls over laughing, 'This is just too much...'.
Celric holds his sides laughing, 'We're -too- lucky to gamble anymore.'.
Summer says 'I think today the Lady is laughing.'

Edit: Addition to the above

Celric wipes under his eyes, 'Ahahaha.. I mean.. Do we tempt it a third time?'.
Summer says 'Let's give it another go.'
Celric sits up straight again, and snatches up the dice, 'Alright, there's no way it happens again.'.
You get a pouch of dice.
Summer gets 5 copper coins.
You drop 5 copper coins.
You hold a pouch of dice in your right hand.
You stop using a pouch of dice.
You drop a pouch of dice.
The dice roll on the ground.
The first die stops on a I.
The second die stops on a VI.
Celric presses a hand to his heart, 'Oh, woo. We can still gamble, technically.'.
Summer says 'If I roll a six I think we are being sent a message.'
Summer drops some money.
Celric nods in agreement, 'That would be a bit on the nose, wouldn't it?'.
Summer holds a pouch of dice in her left hand.
Summer stops using a pouch of dice.
Summer drops a pouch of dice.
The dice roll on the ground.
The first die stops on a III.
The second die stops on a IV.
Summer just stares at the dice. She just stares.
Celric hides his face behind his hands, and falls back into the grass again.

[Aysa]

I probably got way too much enjoyment from this... but I was amused, thinking that she had to hurry to be somewhere at a specific time.

Skylar flies in from the west.

Skylar flies east.

The sun rises in the east.

[Skylar]

Hehehehe, I should start trying to time that and do fly-bys on the market.

[Stigr]

Teaching a new paladin how to meditate, she reached enlightenment so hard she disappeared.

Mairenn moves her hands gently, her breathing slowed as if she's finally reached some state of higher concentration.
Stigr takes in a deep breath and nods once as he notices Mairenn's more calmed state, careful not to speak and break her concentration.
Mairenn disappears into the void.
Stigr blinks and looks around, 'Uhhhh...'.

[Elisabeth]

You exclaim 'Almost!'

You prepare to cast 'divine favor'...


Harroghty strikes a glancing blow off an Awoken banespawn!
With a sickening sound Harroghty's slash deftly shreds an Awoken banespawn's right leg.


Harroghty strikes a glancing blow off an Awoken banespawn!
With a sickening sound Harroghty's slash deftly shreds an Awoken banespawn's wings.

...Everything begins to fade to black.

You feel yourself leaving your body... rising up into the air, you feel
more free than you have ever felt before...

However, before your deity comes to collect your soul, you feel a strange
pulling sensation as strange and colorful mists swirl around you...

With a bonecrunching sound an Awoken banespawn's crush deftly smashes Harroghty's chest.
An Awoken banespawn's tries to slam its great bat-like wing down against the foe.
.Ow, that hurt. The enemy's attack hits you.
A bolt of lightning spears down turning you into nothing but char!

Story of my life, right there.

[Kinal]

Caught someone looking for manure for Bulls Strength...

You ask A lofty, dull-eyed male human 'Poop hunting?'
A lofty, dull-eyed male human says 'Uhh'
A lofty, dull-eyed male human says 'Maybe.'
A lofty, dull-eyed male human looks at you.
A lofty, dull-eyed male human says to you 'Hey, this is going to sound weird.'
A lofty, dull-eyed male human asks 'But, did your poop stop working?'
You ask A lofty, dull-eyed male human 'Excuse me?'
A lofty, dull-eyed male human says to you 'Did your poop stop working.'
A lofty, dull-eyed male human says to you 'I'm going to yell it next time.'
You say to A lofty, dull-eyed male human 'I can't say that I understand the question.'
A lofty, dull-eyed male human opens his mouth.
A lofty, dull-eyed male human says 'Ha, just kidding.'
A lofty, dull-eyed male human fills a silk spell component bag.

[Kinal]

A thin, light-skinned male human peers at you, then chuckles. 'You might want to put the sword away. Someone might ge tthe wrong idea.'.
You no longer feel heroic.


heh.

[Elisabeth]

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The sky is rainy and a warm southerly breeze blows.
A crude wooden sign reading 'DRUGZ 4 SAYL' lies here. (perfect)
A crude wooden sign reading 'FREE TASTE 4 KIDZ' lies here. (perfect)
A mail box labelled 'The Paladin' lies here. (perfect)
A mail box labelled 'Shroom Juice' lies here. (perfect)
A mail box labelled 'The Whoopsie' lies here. (perfect)
A mail box labelled 'Shar in a Jar' lies here. (perfect)
Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand is here.
Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand smiles broadly at you. 'Hello there! Welcome! Would you like to buy some potions?'.
Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand exclaims 'Guaranteed to give you or your friends a good time!'.
Elisabeth alights onto the earth with a heavy thud of plate soles, gaze drawing across the signs and various goods ere coming to rest upon Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand ...
You descend and land.
Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand spreads his hands. 'Perhaps a sample? Go ahead! Which one looks intriguing?'.
Elisabeth pauses a breath or two, ere saying, 'They all appear... most interestingly named, at the very least. You are selling these to children, fairling?'.
The divine aura of protection fades away.
Your good luck finally fades away.
Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand smiles brightly. 'Rarely! They do not have much coin. But I've always been too generous.'.
Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand gestures at one of the boxes. 'How about the Shroom Juice? A fun ride if I do say so myself!'.
Elisabeth shoulders her long, curved blade and steps nearer, stooping slightly at the box to which Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand gestures with eyes narrowing behind their thin blindfold to study one of the flasks. 'Generous... I see. These appear to be elicit substances.'.
Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand smiles pleasantly. 'Indeed! They have been known to elicit many reactions.'.
Elisabeth straightens up and nods to Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand. 'I am most certainly not interested in any of these, although seeing them so nigh to the gates of Waterdeep is... troubling. Mayhaps you should pack up and travel east--more are there who would partake of such... vile and distasteful wares.'.
Auniir, a gaily-clad sun elf with a stand brushes his hand across his chest. 'You wound me! As an elf I could never sell vile and distasteful wares.'.
An NPC cannot be rewarded.

[Neleya]

Background: After many many months of losing her mount, Sunohe, Neleya finally gets help from Summer. Her horse doesn't seem very happy about being found, and Neleya doesn't seem very happy with the mount. Here, Neleya announces her departure and WHAT HAPPENS NEXT WILL SHOCK YOU (clickbait).

Renea says 'I infuse the potions with a little brown sugar or honey, and flower essence.'
You say to Renea 'Oooh, very clever. You would be the best candidate for running the baths at the Ebon Thorn in Zhentil Keep.'
Renea says 'Oh, heavens no, such an evil place. I wouldn't go anywhere near it besides to light it on fire.'
Neleya throws her head back as she releases her next laugh, 'So funny, dear lady!' she proclaims again, but a sharp glint comes to her eye. 'Speaking of setting things on fire, I should probably find some rest for Sunohe. Poor boy must be exhausted,' she says, jiggling her hand a bit on the horse's harness. 'Would you like to say goodbye to Sunohe, Miss Holycoin?' She tugs the horse forward towards Renea.

Renea pats Sunohe, a blue corn horse on his back.
Renea exclaims to Sunohe, a blue corn horse 'Careful as you go!'
Renea rises from her rest.
Renea begins to chant.
Renea utters the words, 'egruoaigtui'.
Sunohe, a blue corn horse's flesh assumes a draconian form.
Renea begins to chant.
Renea utters the words, 'abrazak'.
A shimmering suit of armour coalesces around Sunohe, a blue corn horse.
Renea begins to chant.
Renea utters the words, 'ghaiz gtui'.
Sunohe, a blue corn horse's skin hardens to a malleable stone.
Renea begins to chant.
Renea utters the words, 'aiuwar ofaxhp'.
Sunohe, a blue corn horse grows rapidly in size and weight.

Neleya stares at Sunohe, a blue corn horse growing stronger and more protected with the enchantments.

Renea begins to chant.
Renea utters the words, 'bzabrag unsoejgruiqz'.
Sunohe, a blue corn horse's face contorts with a bestial vigor...
Renea begins to chant.
Renea utters the words, 'bjrrg ghtoraliohp'.
Sunohe, a blue corn horse's muscles ripple as power flows through him...
Renea begins to chant.
Renea utters the words, 'qahg ogruqz'.
Sunohe, a blue corn horse suddenly appears more agile...
Renea begins to chant.
Renea utters the words, 'otoralahzf pzfaugw'.
Sunohe, a blue corn horse is encouraged by a boon of great heroism.

Renea smiles at Sunohe, a blue corn horse.
Renea glances at Sunohe, a blue corn horse.
Renea nods at Sunohe, a blue corn horse.
Renea sits and relaxes.
Neleya's hand slips a bit on the harness, but she reclaims her grip and smiles sweetly at the beast. 'So strong now..! Thank you, dear Holycoin. He will rest safe today. Bless your heart of gold!'.
Neleya gives a stiff curtsey and flashes Sunohe, a blue corn horse a look of warning as she leads the monstermount gingerly away.
Renea smiles, 'Gold bless!'.

[Mers]

An orcish farbiter walks in from the south-west.
An orcish farbiter exclaims 'Alas, we meet again!'
Suddenly an orcish farbiter attacks you off guard!

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Give this guy an award. The most eloquent orc ever

[Kinal]

Kaluath gestures towards the basket on the ground and nods to you and Petal, 'Ah, and should anyone here wish to partake of the basket, everyone is welcome.

You say to Kaluath 'Ah, thank you, cousin. I must decline, as I must be on my way shortly.'

a woven picnic basket contains:
( 3) a pine nut and rocket salad (perfect)
( 4) a bowl of herb salad sprinkled with sesame (perfect)
a dish of raw vegetables (perfect)
a wooden rolling pin (perfect)

Leoras peers into the basket 'The rolling pin looks quite delicious...'.

Kaluath hmms, 'Well, I didn't know you were descended from beavers, but you are certainly welcome to that, too.'.

[Dalgrim]

--[What happens when two goblins get kicked in the face? They start a cult of course]--

The small goblin before you has an oversized head with long pointy ears.
There is a small tuft of red hair poking out of the top of its head. It has
red beady eyes and a large toothy mouth full of jagged teeth. The rest of
its body is disproportional smaller than its head. When it moves it moves
with its head leading the way. There is a glint of cunning in its eyes, or
maybe it just recovered from a sneeze.

A big headed beady eyed male goblin is in perfect health.

Training Barracks of the Orc Village
N-Training Barrac E-Training Barrac
Orc glyphs of War mark the walls. Old blood pools long since
dried are on the stone floor. The place in general is in a state of
disrepair. The roof has holes in it and when it rains it drips.
Benedictions: none
The torn-out heart of a defiant dwarf is lying here. (superb)
( 2) The spilled guts of a defiant dwarf makes you lose your appetite. (superb)
The corpse of A defiant dwarf fills the air with a foul stench. (superb)
The sliced-off left leg of a defiant dwarf is lying here. (superb)
The corpse of A defiant dwarf is buzzing with flies. (superb)
A studded visor lies here. (perfect)
A paunchy, spindly-limbed male goblin sits here.
A defiant dwarf looks ready to escape from her bonds.
A defiant dwarf looks ready to escape from her bonds.
A defiant dwarf looks ready to escape from her bonds.

You spit.

A paunchy, spindly-limbed male goblin looks at you.

From his amber skin to his small, yet bulging belly, at first glance this
goblin could be mistaken for a large gourd with spindly arms and legs. If his
posture wasn't stooped so severely, he would appear tall for his race.
Instead, his long, asymmetrical arms--the right being easily twice the girth
of the left--nearly scrape the ground and his bent, lanky legs look as though
they've never been straightened. The skin around his short, thin neck is a
softer, yellowish hue, as are his wrists and ankles. Pale pock marks pepper
his face and shoulders--dark, course patches of hair bristling from the
latter. A thin, motley crop of similarly dark hair falls unceremoniously from
the sides and back of his head to brush his shoulders. Large, red eyes peer
out from a wide, flat face, flanked by large, asymmetrical ears, the left
twisting upward to a sharp point, while the right, curling downward and
ending abruptly in an unnaturally flat edge.

A paunchy, spindly-limbed male goblin crouches low and eyes you suspiciously.
Onk growls and looks ready to leap, 'Youza wan ugly orc, all small and puny.'.

A paunchy, spindly-limbed male goblin puts a foot on the dead dwarf and crosses his arms awkwardly, lower lip puffed out.
The corpse of a defiant dwarf decays into dust and blows away.
a cloth pack spills out onto the ground.
A paunchy, spindly-limbed male goblin curses as the corpse decays and shuffles over to the other corpse, resuming his pose.

Onk cackles with glee, 'Youza no boss, loud be part of BOSS JOB!' , he screams with a screechy voice.
The corpse of a defiant dwarf decays into dust and blows away.
A paunchy, spindly-limbed male goblin winces and curses as he covers his ears, 'SHHH!! Youza bring the big bosses in here! Weza not supposed to be stealing from the meat bags! Big trouble!'.
Onk slaps a hand to his mouth and his ears lower. His eyes dart around for a moment. He recovers, 'Big boss says I no orc, but I know it a trick.' He looks to the captives with a grin makes to poke one with his weapon.
You hear the chittering of rodents and taste, as much as feel, a stale breeze.

A paunchy, spindly-limbed male goblin eyes widen and a crooked grin spreads across his face. 'Big boss says same to Nyzak, but Nyzak smart' He taps his temple with a finger.
A paunchy, spindly-limbed male goblin greets you.
Onk grins mischievously, 'You be smarter than other runts, but Onk no trust you. Onk no tell you his name.'.
You greet Nyzak.

--[Later]--

Training Barracks of the Orc Village
E-Training Barrac S-Training Barrac W-Training Barrac
Orc glyphs of war mark the walls. Old blood pools long since
dried are on the stone floor. The place in general is in a state of
disrepair. The roof has holes in it and when it rains it drips.
There is a sign on the wall.
A small fountain gurgles here. (perfect)
The apprentice shaman is here to teach you some spells.
Nyzak is standing here.

The apprentice shaman says to you 'Hey you. I can TRAIN you in some skills.'
The apprentice shaman says to you 'Just type 'train'.'
The apprentice shaman says to Nyzak 'Hey you. I can TRAIN you in some skills.'
The apprentice shaman says to Nyzak 'Just type 'train'.'

The apprentice shaman begins to chant.
The apprentice shaman utters the words, 'antar'.
Nyzak beams as a powerful blessing is laid upon him.
The apprentice shaman begins to chant.
The apprentice shaman utters the words, 'toralytoralgp'.
Nyzak exclaims 'BOOYAHG!!!'
You hear the chittering of rodents and taste, as much as feel, a stale breeze.
Nyzak starts bouncing from foot to foot, 'Get it off! Get it off!'.
Onk screams in horror, 'Terrible curse!' He falls to the feet of the the apprentice shaman, 'Spare me!' He points to Nyzak, 'Take him.'.
Nyzak runs frantic circles around the apprentice shaman, cursing and screaming.
Onk rolls on the ground howling in pain for a long while. Then stops as he realizes nothing happened to him.
Nyzak jumps into the fountain and starts scrubbing his skin vigorously.
Nyzak drinks water from a small fountain.
Nyzak drinks water from a small fountain.

The apprentice shaman begins to chant.
The apprentice shaman utters the words, 'antar'.
A powerful blessing is laid upon you.
Onk gets a boot to the face from the apprentice shaman as he tries to grovel at the apprentice shaman's feet.
Nyzak sees you get struck and jumps out of the fountain and cowers in a corner, arms clutched around himself and rocking back and forth, muttering, 'Booyahg'.
Onk blinks dizzily with a grin, 'A proper blessing mhmmm. I am the favorite.' He touches his face reverently, 'Is mark still there?!'.

Nyzak regains his composure and peers intently at you. He shuffles closer to inspect your face, 'Blessing? This blessing?' He extends a hand to touch the mark.
Onk scowls at the the apprentice shaman and stands up puffing out his tiny chest, 'Onk no feared of your magic, you gave me the mark!'.
Onk nods and points to the redden mark on his face that resembles a footprint, 'Holy blessing.'.

Nyzak looks from you to the apprentice shaman and back a few times, clearly confused. He then shoves you and drops to his kneels before the apprentice shaman. 'Give Nyzak blessing!'.
Onk recovers and starts chanting nonsense, 'Trend of the boot will never die. Datrooshoo will never lie. Blessed be the ones with mark. Hark Hark Hark!'.
The apprentice shaman begins to chant.
The apprentice shaman utters the words, 'antar'.
Nyzak beams as a powerful blessing is laid upon him.
Nyzak looks over his shoulder at you, a look of utter amazement on his face. The shaman then kicks him square in the cheek and he reels backward.

Nyzak attempts to stand but stumbles, still dazed by the strike. He shakes his head, and lifts his face for you to see. 'Is mark there?'.
Onk howls loudly and removes his shoes, 'Mark be granted to the worthy!' He raises his arms high flinging his shoes away, 'The truth of da shoo will never lie!' He calms from his chanting and looks Nyzak over.

You stop using a pair of padded ankle boots.
You drop a pair of padded ankle boots.
A pair of padded ankle boots disintegrates as they touch the ground.

You hear the chittering of rodents and taste, as much as feel, a stale breeze.
Onk studies the boot print on Nyzak's face and oooohs, 'You be marked of Datrooshoo!'.
The blessing fades away.
Nyzak wails loudly as the boots disintegrate, 'Nyzak witness it!' He nods vigorously, muttering, 'Datrooshoo'.
Nyzak looks at Nyzak.

Onk leaps about flailing spastically chanting, 'Datrooshoo' over and over.
The apprentice shaman begins to chant.
The apprentice shaman utters the words, 'antar'.
A powerful blessing is laid upon you.
Nyzak shuffles over to the fountain, peering over at his reflection and running a finger along his cheek, admiring the impression. He mutters reverently, 'Datrooshoo'.
Onk screams and charges the apprentice shaman. He receives another mark of Datrooshoo and flies backwards.

Your title has been set to ', Hopeful o' Datrooshoo'.

Nyzak cries out in frustration as the mark begins to fade. He rushes over to the apprentice shaman and falls at his feet, careful not to touch his boots.
The apprentice shaman begins to chant.
The apprentice shaman utters the words, 'antar'.
Nyzak beams as a powerful blessing is laid upon him.
Onk crashes to the ground and lays still for sometime.
Nyzak lifts his head, eyes closed and arms raised, 'Datrooshoo, bless--'.
Nyzak flies backward as his prayer is cut short by the the apprentice shaman's kick.

Onk sits up head reeling, 'Holy quest we received. Nyzak, we must spread the word of what happened here today.'.
Nyzak stands, swaying unsteadily, 'Yes, must serve Datrooshoo. Nyzak scrounger for Nyzak. Now scrounge for Datrooshoo!'.

The blessing fades away.
You hear the chittering of rodents and taste, as much as feel, a stale breeze.
Onk slowly gets to his feet still dazed from his booting, 'Datrooshoo demands a sacrifice!!'.

Nyzak giggles uncontrollably, 'Yes, must sacrifice.' He points south, 'Nasty dwarves wear false shoes! Must scrounge them!'.
The apprentice shaman begins to chant.
The apprentice shaman utters the words, 'antar'.
A powerful blessing is laid upon you.
Onk flashes a yellow toothy grin and howls as he is kicked down the hallway, 'Bring your false shoo, or else fear, the servants of Datrooshoo, for they BE HERE!!!'.
Nyzak exclaims 'WE HERE!!!'
The apprentice shaman begins to chant.
The apprentice shaman utters the words, 'antar'.
Nyzak beams as a powerful blessing is laid upon him.
Nyzak reels backward yet again, his eyes showing a hint of tears and a strange smile on his face, 'Thank you, Datrooshoo' He whimpers.
Nyzak regains his composure and points south, 'For Datrooshoo!' He scampers south.
You follow Nyzak.

[Enaria]

I KNOW there has to be funny moments still happening! Let's revive this! I'll start

Did you know that the Forestarm can kill flowers with his stare? I don't think he did either...

Lythos stares at the floating flowers for a moment, smiling. 'Mesmerizing.'.

A shower of floating aster flowers vanishes and returns to its place of origin.
A shower of floating aster flowers stops following you.

Lythos blinks.

Lythos raises his eyebrows, 'Oh. Did I..?'.

Lythos glances at you