stones of farspeech

[journalname]

Good morning! This is Asgore Dreemurr.

I...do not like to ask this, but would anyone be willing to help me plant a pair of trees? You would not need to do much, I would simply like someone to be my eyes. They are for tea - you may have first selection of the blends I make, when they are ready for harvesting!

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[journalname]

[Asgore nods, for like...no reason.]

I met Washington recently. He mentioned that you two were neighbors. I am not busy now - I could meet you in a few minutes?

[tokenflavortownie]

[It's OK, Asgore. Pyrrha still does that sometimes.]

Oh! Well, that's good then. We are, I've been meaning to drop by them more often as well.

[Perhaps in the coming month...]

That works well for me, I'll be there before you know it!

[And there's probably some kind of sound signifying that Pyrrha's gotten off her stone of farspeech. So, that just leaves... the wait. It's not terribly long, since Pyrrha doesn't like to keep people waiting.

Soon enough, she's jogging down towards Asgore's home, scanning the area for the large monster.]

Asgore? Hello? I'm here.

[journalname]

[Asgore is standing near the edge of the little circle of houses, leaning on a large walking stick. He turns when he hears Pyrrha's voice, though from the cloudiness of his eyes, it's clear that he isn't seeing her.]

Howdy, Pyrrha! Thank you for coming.