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Cherry Smoke has a minion!

Minion the Smoke Mote

Cherry Smoke
Legacy Name: Cherry Smoke

The

Cherry Neela
Owner:

DizzyTheBat

Age: 14 years, 7 months, 2 weeks

Born: September 8th, 2009

Adopted: 5 years, 11 months, 1 day ago

Adopted: May 25th, 2018

Statistics

Level: 5
Strength: 13
Defense: 12
Speed: 11
Health: 10
HP: 10/10
Intelligence: 3
Books Read: 1
Food Eaten: 1
Job: Store Clerk

There are chimes on the door of the shop -- they've always found them to be a comforting sound. It's less, perhaps, about the sound, and more about the Pavlovian experience they receive from it. A chime means a new customer, and a new customer... well, any interaction is welcome. Even if someone is just looking, they enjoy being able to people watch. This is something you've learned about them throughout your years frequenting the store.

It's funny, since most would assume Cherry Smoke to be the type who hates company. How could someone not think that? Their face is always a blank slate, and not even their assistant has heard more than a sneeze from them. Everything from their gender to their hobbies, their passions to their fears, remains a mystery. All that's known is that they are always present in the shop of smoke, surrounded by dim golden light and the subtle glow of reflected glass.

The smell is comforting and dark all at once. Musk and forest and rain and campfires all waft through the senses. Is it the smoke motes that float through the air like dandelion seeds? You once thought so, since so many of these scents seem almost impossible to grasp and put in a bottle. Now, though, you're sure it's truly the wares.

A slow blink and a long breath are the only indicators that Cherry Smoke has seen you come in. The corner of their lips quirk up just slightly, one of the few changes of expression they opt to give. A gloved hand rises, gesturing to the wares of hookahs and incense behind them. Despite the quietness, their eyes hold a warmth, some sort of smoky kindness. That was the first thing you ever noticed about them -- despite the darkness around them, as neelas often have, theirs glitter with almost a self-assured mischief. Those eyes stare headlong into yours, as if to say,

Welcome to your sanctuary.