Stellamaris scoffed as a bundle of flowers were shoved into his hands. He definitely didn't appreciate it when someone shoved something at him, even if the flowers were rather nice. He looked down at them, examining them and taking note of the colors and patterns of the bouquet. Blue Roses of some sort, a bundle of classic purple Irises, some Pink Dahlias, and some orchids. He looked towards the faun who had given it to him, tilting his head slightly, almost disgusted. What was this behavior?...

Gray eyes met with bright Purple, both of them looking up and down at the other creature. Stellamaris felt his ears twitch at the sight of the pointed humanoid ears that the other had. Jezybell found himself not moving at all as he noticed the differences in this creature. They were similar, but certainly not similar enough. Both parties seemed to be unable to find words. Jezybell could tell that this brightly colored Equos was giving him a look of confusion, even if there was some genuine in...

Stellamaris, very simply, didn't believe in dark magic. Not in the sense that it didn't exist, but in the sense that it was malicious. As far as Stellamaris was concerned, magic was magic- and it could be used in any assortment of ways that ranged from good to evil. When he heard that dark magic was being used to raise the dead, he genuinely didn't find any issue with it at first glance. Maybe he would have been a bit more opposed if they knew if the dead wanted to become undead, or perhaps i...