[Game thread] Skull Ruins Pokerole

[PhantomUnderYourDesk]

Shiva accepted both that whistle and was delightful to learn about its crafting. She wasn't very sure how she could make good use of a whistle - but that didn't matter for now, as she was just enjoying this little thing. She carefully packed it away.

Not so the thumb harp though, which she shyly but internally curious tried to coax some first notes from it right away. It wasn't really a melody, but she was already feeling somewhat entranced by this piece of art. That she had no idea what a Cocaran actually is, she didn't mind - she'd probably be incredibly amused by what funny kinds of Pokemon dwell on the planet if she'd ever find out.

K. She could feel that the atmosphere was lighter here, and she mentally prepared to bring up the second reason why she's been so eager to see this shop... before looking up to the guy speaking Common. In her voice was eager, hope and awe, and she made sure that her request feels like an important things for her. "I'm not doubting that your instruments are the finest, sir. I'll take good care of my received pieces! Now, do allow me to ask a thing... I have heard you also are in possession of a flute, presumably a traditional one from the original natives of the Mamo folk? Rest assured, I don't want to have it - just see it. Such a treasure surely has its own charm. How lovely must it sound to play the Skirl of the Southern Wind on it, enchanting the people and Pokemon listening and eventually letting the Incranate of the Southern Wind hear it and appear personally to grant us her generosity in the form of rich beams of sunlight and fluffy warm seeds. I desire to see her... Summon her with my voice, and be carried away by her with no return... Not just because I can, this has an importance that may decide over the faith of the biggest city in whole Chreshire." Next, Shiva bowed low to them, her hair falling forward to cover most of her facial area. "Please come to the place the bonfire blazes in entirerly when dusk is falling, and contribute the melody of the Skirl to my chanting."

She'll remain in that bow until she as gotten an answer.