Dream Board: Nekomatters (Before the Flute Enchantment)
[Feeling in a rut with learning Dreamotion since the snow has thawed, Helga has taken drastic action to alleviate her boredom: Chasing a dumb ghost cat. Well, that's what she'll insist anyway: The real reason is that it's taken her precious gold locket, and like heck is she going to let someone else see it before she's caught the kitty.
Thankfully, she has some experience trapping animals, and a cat must be easier than a parrot - or so she thinks. People will most likely hear the jingle of its little bell right after narrowly escaping one of her traps and she's resorted to chasing it through the Reverein streets.]
Get back here, you feline thief- out of the way, professional ghost trapper coming through- don't run off while I'm talking to you- no, not over the fence!
Sleepwalking: Swamp
[Perhaps most heroes won't want to brave the swamps late at night... but if they do, they'll find the moonlight naturally tracing back to a small lake inhabited by dozens of swans. And among these swans is Helga herself, blending in with the flock with far more grace and serenity than anyone who knows her might expect. Anyone who approaches with questions will receive eager answers, or they can just step back and hear her monologue her woes while they search for her memory jar. Apparently this swan princess loves to talk.]
Oh cruel, malevolent Rothbart! Why must you trap me here in Mother's tears, chained in this beautiful but disguised cygnine cage, only to be seen by your owl-like eyes? Meanwhile, my dearest Siegfried - oh, sweet, noble Siegfried! - roams these woods, oblivious to my curse, unable to love me for he thinks I'm dead! I might as well be, for what is living if it's in this plumed shell, while the fair, lemon-pated prince declares fidelity to not his true love but some black-hearted witch? But alas, I am victim to men's fickle desires.
Sleepwalking: Dark Woods
[Even in the day, little light leaks through the trees, but it's enough for even the lightest of textures to stand out. That's why it's not difficult to spot a certain swan flapping overhead. She may be accompanied by fellow birds - or even a batch of frogs on the ground - but it's easy to tell her apart from the others by her, well, not-so-majestic bird call. She seems to be scouting for a way out of the woods, but her honking attracts the attention of some local hunters who would not say no to easy bird meat. Try to deter them, or flag down the crazy bird's friends for help.]
Helga Pataki | Hey Arnold!
[Feeling in a rut with learning Dreamotion since the snow has thawed, Helga has taken drastic action to alleviate her boredom: Chasing a dumb ghost cat. Well, that's what she'll insist anyway: The real reason is that it's taken her precious gold locket, and like heck is she going to let someone else see it before she's caught the kitty.
Thankfully, she has some experience trapping animals, and a cat must be easier than a parrot - or so she thinks. People will most likely hear the jingle of its little bell right after narrowly escaping one of her traps and she's resorted to chasing it through the Reverein streets.]
Get back here, you feline thief- out of the way, professional ghost trapper coming through- don't run off while I'm talking to you- no, not over the fence!
Sleepwalking: Swamp
[Perhaps most heroes won't want to brave the swamps late at night... but if they do, they'll find the moonlight naturally tracing back to a small lake inhabited by dozens of swans. And among these swans is Helga herself, blending in with the flock with far more grace and serenity than anyone who knows her might expect. Anyone who approaches with questions will receive eager answers, or they can just step back and hear her monologue her woes while they search for her memory jar. Apparently this swan princess loves to talk.]
Oh cruel, malevolent Rothbart! Why must you trap me here in Mother's tears, chained in this beautiful but disguised cygnine cage, only to be seen by your owl-like eyes? Meanwhile, my dearest Siegfried - oh, sweet, noble Siegfried! - roams these woods, oblivious to my curse, unable to love me for he thinks I'm dead! I might as well be, for what is living if it's in this plumed shell, while the fair, lemon-pated prince declares fidelity to not his true love but some black-hearted witch? But alas, I am victim to men's fickle desires.
Sleepwalking: Dark Woods
[Even in the day, little light leaks through the trees, but it's enough for even the lightest of textures to stand out. That's why it's not difficult to spot a certain swan flapping overhead. She may be accompanied by fellow birds - or even a batch of frogs on the ground - but it's easy to tell her apart from the others by her, well, not-so-majestic bird call. She seems to be scouting for a way out of the woods, but her honking attracts the attention of some local hunters who would not say no to easy bird meat. Try to deter them, or flag down the crazy bird's friends for help.]