rises the moon

As she finished up her task, Absinth stood and turned to head off back to her den; only.. she was faced with three strangers. They had not made a single noise in their approach, nor did they possess any sort of worldly presence. Absinth's first reaction would have been to put up her defenses and warn them off; but there was something odd about them. One was a gleeful thing, another sorrowful and serious, and the last... a stick in the mud. Absinth hummed, registering that they wanted her to follow them somewhere, but why were they so divided? Did it come down to a choice? Not fully trusting the situation, she turned her attention onto the gleeful one; speaking to them lightly. "What's got you so happy?"

Absinth is choosing the gleeful guide.
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