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Description
"How do I look?"

"Like the ruler of the Darkwood, lambkin! I almost feel like bowing!"

"In that case... kneel before me, peasant!"

"Pfft, get a real crown and maybe I will!"

The Liberator loved joining their sister for foraging. Whether it was gathering berries, flowers, or the occasional morsel of meat, the two lambs traveled along the path with nothing but smiles.

The Liberator returning home with a crown of flowers wasn't uncommon. They would wear them 'til the blooms began to wilt, and sometimes long after, leaving their siblings with the task of plucking dead petals out of the young one's wool.

While camellias were the Liberator's favorite flower, the nightfall lily was their sister's. A flower from another land, she'd once told them, the land their parents once came from.

She and her brother deeply admired these blooms, for no matter what trounced them, be it a stomp or storm, the nightfall lily would always grow back. The one she wore was no different, for even after she'd been slain, the flower returned, now kept in a special container inside the Liberator's tent.

She'd want it back once she came home, after all.

Description
"How do I look?"

"Like the ruler of the Darkwood, lambkin! I almost feel like bowing!"

"In that case... kneel before me, peasant!"

"Pfft, get a real crown and maybe I will!"

The Liberator loved joining their sister for foraging. Whether it was gathering berries, flowers, or the occasional morsel of meat, the two lambs traveled along the path with nothing but smiles.

The Liberator returning home with a crown of flowers wasn't uncommon. They would wear them 'til the blooms began to wilt, and sometimes long after, leaving their siblings with the task of plucking dead petals out of the young one's wool.

While camellias were the Liberator's favorite flower, the nightfall lily was their sister's. A flower from another land, she'd once told them, the land their parents once came from.

She and her brother deeply admired these blooms, for no matter what trounced them, be it a stomp or storm, the nightfall lily would always grow back. The one she wore was no different, for even after she'd been slain, the flower returned, now kept in a special container inside the Liberator's tent.

She'd want it back once she came home, after all.