She didn’t learn her lesson the first time and kept saying shawmun.
Got angry when I called her a Shamanka (female shaman)
I brought home McTaurens one night and he stomped off in a huff.
She made one too many jokes about “being touched by the icy hands of death”
She tried to turn my Snowy owl into an undead beast.
Kept borrowing my armor without asking. I wouldn’t even have minded so much, except he always stretched everything out.
searing totem makes it hotter in all the wrong ways
When I told her to “get a grip on life and take what is yours”, she took it too literally. One too many whiplash experiences for me!
I’m not opposed to experimenting with different thing in the bed room, but Dallui apparently had a “shaken baby” kink and that was… a little much.
They got very upset while relaxing by the fireplace I put marshmallows on their horns. They rather loudly evoked as they stormed out the door and slamming it before their wing fully cleared it. Ouch. I’m not sure anything is going to grow on the front lawn for a while. /sigh
She kept using my arrows for marshmallow skewers. I wouldn’t have minded so much if they wouldn’t all come out of my quiver in one large sticky group.
Even after buying her the finest Gold Tip Kinetic Pierce Platinum Arrows, she still seemed to have something to complain about. It’s not my fault she doesn’t keep her quiver clean!
She did things to my totems.
He did things to my totems… I’ll never get the smell out.
…you want to put that “totem” WHERE?!?
she was super into feng shui and placing totems, tables and the like in particular places. really stifled my vibe
I’m not a smart paladin…but I know what love is
For all her talk of the Light, she herself wasn’t that bright.
Her elementals were about the size of a chihuahuas and she was constantly holding and talking to her “babies” in this weird falsetto. When I suggested we might want to put in a little effort in litter training them she stormed out. Literally. I’m still trying to get the inside of the house dry. /sigh
When she told me of her weakened soul she asked me to join her in a prayer of healing. When that didn’t work I agreed to join her prayer of mending. When I was asked to join a prayer circle I should have stopped there. The relentless calls for repeated hymns and divine intervention where just too much. At some point you have to recocognize fanaticism for what it is!
She didn’t appreciate gnome football night. The fact that she wasn’t the football didn’t matter and she didn’t believe me when I told her that it was all Skippy the Gnome’s idea.