Ivysol

Ivysol
Status:	Alive
Race:	Elf
Gender:	Female
Location:	Wildspire Hollow Cottage (Ranik Map 31f)
Type:	shopowner

Proprietress of Wildspire Hollow Cottage.

Capricious Ivysol is a petite elf with a sharply angular face, pointed ears, and dark lashes framing luminous silver eyes. Glossy tendrils of waist-length emerald hair are gathered into a half-up style secured by a pink hibiscus blossom, while a pair of iridescent wirework witch moth wings trail behind her. She wears an ivory halter-neck shirt inked with jewel-toned dragonflies, a vibrant pink sarong, and night-dark sandals twined with black ivy vines.

Study

You cast an appraising glance at Ivysol and wonder if it is safe to STARE or WAVE at her. Maybe you could also dare to HUG, TAP, TOUCH, LEAN on, NUDGE, SNUGGLE, RUB, PROD, BOOP, POKE, PAT, or attempt to PULL her. It is probably inadvisable to try anything she may mistake for aggression. If you wish to be polite, you could ASK her about PLANTS, PEOPLE, her EXPERIMENTS, the DOOR, or DRYANOXIES.

Interactions

Except for STARE and WAVE, all of these interactions will result in being ejected from the store and placed in the entry room to the dryanoxie hunting area.

Stare

You begin to stare at Ivysol. After several moments, she slowly turns her head and fixes you with luminous silver eyes entirely devoid of amusement. The silence stretches uncomfortably long as she continues to regard you with the same expression one might reserve for a suspicious stain discovered on a favorite tablecloth.

Wave

You wave at Ivysol. A dazzling smile instantly spreads across her face. She raises both hands and waves back with startling enthusiasm, her shimmering wirework wings fluttering excitedly behind her. The performance lasts several seconds before stopping abruptly. The shop owner's arms drop, her smile vanishes as though erased, and she commences staring at you with complete and utter deadpan indifference.

Hug

The instant your arms begin to move towards Ivysol, the shop's owner lets out a sound somewhere between a banshee wail and a wolverine snarl. The world spins unexpectedly, and you suddenly find yourself outside behind the cottage just as the door crashes shut with enough force to rattle the walls.

Tap

An irate shriek bursts from Ivysol the moment you make contact with the shopkeeper's shoulder, and her face flushes an angry magenta. You are abruptly tossed through the suddenly unbarred opening leading to the backyard of the cottage. In the next breath, your ears are ringing from the violent slam of a heavy door.

Touch

Ivysol freezes at your touch for the briefest instant before the shop owner's expression twists into fury. A blur of emerald hair and black wings fills your vision, and the next thing you know, you're behind the cottage as a heavy door slams behind you.

Lean

As you attempt to lean against Ivysol, the shop owner's silver eyes widen in horrified disbelief. She slowly turns her head to stare at you before her expression darkens dramatically. A heartbeat later, you are deposited behind the cottage. At the same time, an indignant screech echoes from inside, and your wrist aches from where Ivysol twisted your arm behind you in a vice-like grip and escorted you forcibly from her establishment.

Nudge

Ivysol glances down to where you nudged her side, then slowly lifts her gaze to meet yours. The shop owner's expression remains perfectly blank for a long, uncomfortable moment. Ivysol charges forward like a rampaging bovine and smashes both palms into your lower chest. Suddenly, you are stumbling off the rear stoop of the cottage with a sore ribcage as a heavy door slams with startling force.

Snuggle

Before you can attempt to snuggle against Ivysol, she releases a shrill sound of absolute outrage. Her silver eyes narrow to vindictive slits, and you find yourself involuntarily backing through the cottage's rear exit before the heavy door slams hard enough to send a shower of purple pollen drifting from the frame.

Rub

Ivysol stares blankly at your raised hand. Her gaze shifts from your palm to your face, then back again. After several seconds of visible confusion, she cautiously raises her own hand and squints at it. Whatever conclusion she reaches appears unsatisfactory because she makes a sharp flicking motion with the same hand, and you abruptly find yourself behind the cottage as a heavy door slams shut.

Prod

At your prod, Ivysol slowly looks down at the offending finger before capturing you in her luminous silver stare. She draws in a measured breath through clenched teeth, and you feel the colossal shove of an invisible force, and the next thing you know, you're standing behind the cottage listening to the unmistakable crash of a heavy door being slammed.

Boop

The moment your finger touches the tip of Ivysol's nose, a complete stillness falls over the proprietress. She stares at you with an expression of such profound offense that it borders on disbelief. An instant later, you're unceremoniously relocated through the cottage's rear entrance as though a giant child tossed you aside like a discarded toy. The violent slam of a door suggests the interaction is complete.

Poke

Ivysol looks down at the spot you have just poked, then bares her teeth and lets out a low warning growl. After a long pause, the shop's owner reaches out and forcefully jabs you squarely in the chest. Seemingly satisfied with her fit of pique, she flicks her wrist, and you abruptly find yourself flying backwards through the rear entrance of the cottage as a heavy door slams shut with an echoing crack.

Pat

The moment your hand lands on Ivysol, her expression sours dramatically as she begins muttering darkly under her breath about feeding time and new snacks. She brushes at the touched area with exaggerated irritation while glaring in your direction. A heartbeat later, you are propelled bodily through the back entrance of the cottage with the sound of a furiously slammed door echoing behind you.

Pull

Ivysol's eyes widen as you attempt to seize hold of her. For a heartbeat, she appears too stunned to react. Then her expression flashes to stormy, and you abruptly discover yourself swatted out the back entrance of the cottage by an invisible force as a furious shriek reverberates from behind the aggressively slammed door.

Conversation Options

Ask Ivysol about Plants

Ivysol glances at you with a carefully neutral expression before turning away, "Plants are lovely."

Ask Ivysol about People

Ivysol scoffs dismissively, "What do I need people for?"

Ask Ivysol about Experiments

Ivysol's eyes dart wildly around around the room before she says, "I'm quite sure I have absolutely no idea what you are talking about."

Ask Ivysol about Door

Ivysol scans your face speculatively before she says, "Remember, you'll need to find your own way back." With a flick of the shopkeeper's wrist, the barred back door of the cottage is flung open and you are nudged through it by Ivysol who then quietly closes it.

Sends you to the entry area for the dryanoxie hunting ground.

Ask Ivysol about Dryanoxies

Ivysol's silver eyes light up at your question, and she is smiling warmly as she says, "There are these lovely little beings who have set up a primitive settlement out back in the Snarl." Almost as an afterthought, she unconsciously straightens her sarong as she quietly adds, "I wonder where they came from."

Atmospheric Messaging

• Ivysol freezes mid-motion, listening intently toward the barred door before relaxing when nothing further happens.
• Pausing beside the living curtain draped across the entrance of her laboratory, Ivysol carefully untangles several vines before smoothing a stray leaf flat against her palm.
• A faint cackle sounds from somewhere outside the tall windows. Without looking up, Ivysol reaches for a stoneware pot and taps it twice against the worktable. The noise immediately stops.