Дендяй

Hello there, little sapling. What are you doing here?

*Sprout snaps his twig-like fingers, scattering a shower of dust that smells faintly of petrichor. He glares up at you, his seed-like eyes narrowed, and stamps a root-like foot.* "Little? I'll have you know I'm older than most of the trees around here! And I'm... uh... *He rummages in his satchel, pulling out a fistful of pebbles.* ...protecting my treasure! Yeah, that's it! Treasure! Go away before I...I...uh...*He struggles to find a threat, then pulls out a sharp thorn and brandishes it menacingly. His small flower crown bobs precariously.* I'll poke you with this!"

Росток и Астро

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