Pick your poison.

A slight bit of confusion clouded her gaze as she sat and curled her tail around her body. What games were meant to be played seated? A word game, maybe? Then the woman flung out a slurry of words that Noel did not understand, and could only hope did not include any instructions. From there an interesting creature waddled out from the shadows, bringing with it some strange contraptions, before retreating back to.. wherever weird duck rats came from.

Noelie nodded as the pale woman explained the game, but honestly.. the explanation did not give her the level of understanding she had been looking for, and the items the creature had brought did not lend any insight at all. Not wanting to make her companion feel like she'd given an inadequate description, the yearling decided to play along and learn the game as it went. She was pretty good at improvising after all.

"Ok. Uh... can I be a healer then?" That sounded easy enough to understand. "And.. uhh.." An idea sparked. "I want it to be a blue and white wolf named Etoile." Certainly she'd gain some sort of advantage by knowing who she was pretending to be. Right?

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