Fresh Poison Each Week

The sudden appearance of the three ethereal guides was surprising, to say the least. Was she dreaming? Likely a result of some kind of plant matter she had handled incorrectly. With a sigh and a panning glance, Mariah slowly investigates each one. They all seemed to be wanting something for her- awaiting her response to a silent invitation. Weighing her odds between the very obvious demeanor of the three separate individuals, she ultimately made the decision to acknowledge the slate-blue fae in the middle. “As to what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked, making eye contact with her saddened emerald gaze.

"Mariah Mendacium"OOC. Mariah has chosen the Medium Route.