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( why delete anything? You can make every encounter an adventure. To quote Peter Pan, to die is an awfully big adventure!)

" Whoa whoa whoa lady, I ain't asking to go steady," Euripides says, waving his hands in front of himself. " I'm asking for a drink and a date. Sheesh don't read too much into it. Of course elves only go with other elves. But with a face like yours, you can't blame me for trying." Euripides...

" Aww you're no fun!" he pouted, stamping one of his little goaty hooves. " I have some most excellent wine to share, and not one lady has taken any! Man the ladies here are prudes I tell ya!" He crossed his arms, muttering," I thought that line would work. Why didn't it work?"

" nah, Satyrs are party animals. I'm just not always invited to the party." He looks up at her, grinning, " but now that you're here, I bet we could make a party of 2! How about it?" He raises his eyebrows, grinning cheekily.

Grinning, he stated, " Euripides, and your beauty proves angels exist, because you're standing right here." ( I'd slap him too. He's cheesy.)

" Aww just one won't hurt! Perhaps a dance? It's tiring only having the trees for company. Nothing like a beautiful lady!" A tree branch swats him in the back of the head as he says this, apparently taking offense.

Euripides approaches Izlanzadi. " Oh my, a most beautiful woman, so tall, so regal. Elves command respect, just ooze authority," crooned Euripides, bowing to her. " Would there be any way I could interest you in a drink with this humble Satyr, who wishes to while away the hours in the company of...

Euripides skips towards the shore. He spots, through the veil of trees, the Raven headed woman, and, frowning, comes to a stop. " Hmm, I don't know if the dead like to dance or not...." he mutters. " I suppose i should just be on my way. The other way, that is." He turns right around and leaves...

(here's my attempt at drawing Ayreonna. I'm way out of practice for this sort of thing! But it's a fun sketch.)

Since centaur have a difficult time bending down, she lays her horse body down next to a low lying bush in order to reach the fruit. She fills the panniers with berries, then arises heavily the her feet. Spotting the flowers for her daughter on a nearby overhang she plucks a small nosegay for...

As she delves further in, a small stream meanders through the ancient roots of the golden branches, waving their golden leaves gayly about.

Ayreonna trotted out to the woods from her sunny meadow. With her children playing at home, her colt was watching little Rose, Ayreonna took a basket into the woods to forage. There were berries that preferred the dappled light of the oak trees, and a nosegay of buttercups for the kitchen table...

( I'll try to do something after I put kids to bed. There's 3 of them an one o me, plus I got the other narrative with Lsky, but I promise that if you want me to do something I'll help)

( like I said, he's a man in a woman's world. How many guys role play? And get to pick up girls doing it, even if it's pretend? It's a wonder there aren't more male role players! I met my husband in a video game honestly. In a mmorpg)

here is a Satyr, similar to Euripides.

Ayreonna's young filly, Rose, is kicking up her heels and playing in the fields while Ayreonna works. Her colt, Buster, works by her side. He is older and learning to coax life from the soil.

Euripides decided to go see if Estelle was still about, and find if there were any other girls with her. Humans tended to gather in groups. He pranced over towards the outside of the cave he last saw her at. " I bet the poor dear is cold in this rain! I would hate to see such a pretty girlsullen...

Her gardening shed is lined with tack for various occasions in gardening, a basic leather harness, a plow, a harrow, a swather. Every good gardener needed a swather. How else could you knock down the grass quickly and get it dried out for hay?

Ayreonna takes the plow inside her gardening shed. To a centaur, a shed still has to be big enough for her to fit comfortably inside. She, being a drafty mare, was rather large, so her gardening/potting shed was the size of a small house.

( that's what he gets for being a man in a woman's world.)