Cherrypop

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Cherrypop is a Goblin Other appearing in Pale.

Personality

Relationships

Slowly learning to make herself appropriate for children from Toadswallow.<ref name=":2">“When a practitioner drops a bit of meat from their nethers and wants to teach it to deal with goblinkind, they like to have goblins they’ve met and made deals with beforehand for the practice and initial lessons. They summon, I go, they pay me.”
“You might get better business if you didn’t call the clients nether-droppings,” Lucy said.
Toadswallow smiled, and it was so fake it looked like someone trying to smile for the first time and doing it badly… with added fangs. “My most regular summoners seem to have misplaced their books, and I have some time to myself. I’m training some of this lot to do the child-work. Cherrypop is the noisy little foetal deposit here in my hands. The big one is… let’s call him Bluntmunch.”
The big goblin groaned, low, long, and drawn out.- excerpt from Lost for Words 1.2</ref>

Description

A tiny, twisted figure with red skin.<ref>She could see the things in the bushes. Small, ugly, and twisted. Something she might have taken as a stone in the corner of her eye was a figure too lumpy and misshapen to be a person. Three other things were perched on him, one maybe a girl, tiny with red-stained skin, her expression twisted into a permanent scowl, then a fat one with what looked like nails sticking point-out from the inside of his belly, wearing a waistcoat and monocle, and a scrawny one with a nose like a pickaxe. - excerpt from Lost for Words 1.1</ref> Small enough to be held in Toadswallow's hands.<ref>The goblin with the monocle wrapped his hands around the littlest goblin’s lower face, knobby fingers with pointed claws interlacing. “My deepest, lowliest apologies for my companion’s vulgarity. She has a brain the size of a thumbprint and it is composed entirely of nightsoil.” - excerpt from Lost for Words 1.2</ref>

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