The Balladeer was out looking around for Greta, as he'd promised Iman he would. There's no sign of her around the park, or even anyone else he knows. It may be for the best. He still can't seem to speak the words he wants, and it's already screwed up pretty much conversation he's had so far. It's best he just not talk to anybody until it's over.
Then, of course, he sees a new arrival pop out of nowhere, horns and all. The Balladeer casts a doubtful look over his shoulder at the other passerby staring at her, then approaches cautiously.
"Are you...okay?" There, see? Questions are safe. He can do this.
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Oh, well that doesn't look good at all.
The Balladeer was out looking around for Greta, as he'd promised Iman he would. There's no sign of her around the park, or even anyone else he knows. It may be for the best. He still can't seem to speak the words he wants, and it's already screwed up pretty much conversation he's had so far. It's best he just not talk to anybody until it's over.
Then, of course, he sees a new arrival pop out of nowhere, horns and all. The Balladeer casts a doubtful look over his shoulder at the other passerby staring at her, then approaches cautiously.
"Are you...okay?" There, see? Questions are safe. He can do this.