#⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐟𝐭.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ∶⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ andi⠀ &⠀ mae⠀.

[forelsk3t]

               ‘   ✽   andromeda  nods,    pursing  her  lips.    her  eyes  leave  mae’s  face  for  a  moment,    considering  her  words.    she  feels  there’s  a  more  profound  reason  for  the  witch’s  mood,    and  she  doesn’t  want  to  pray,    but  her  curiosity  has  always  been  stronger  than  her,    so  she  asks  anyway,     "  why  ?  "     her  voice  is  soft,    low.     "  what  is  happening  to  you  ?  "     she  adds  to  her  questioning,    yet  she  doesn’t  want  to  sound  too  rough,    nor  like  she’s  meddling.     "  i  mean,    all  of  us  are,    like,    out  of  control   ?   is  it—is  it  happening  to  you,    too  ?  "  

mae gives a half-hearted little shrug. " like you said, it's chaos out there. it's better over here. " usually, she would simply go home. since arriving in portum, her little house by the forest has been a refuge for her in more ways than one, but now... the rooms are filled with plant life, and she is afraid to be there. t's maddening, being so upset over the plant, but she had thought... she had never dared to touch another person, not since the incident, but she had thought the plants were safe. they had been, until now. " didn't want to go home yet. "

[forelsk3t]

               portum’s  main  streets  were  absolute  chaos  ,  there  wasn’t  a  corner  in  them  that  wasn’t  filled  to  the  brim  with  people  losing  its  mind  ,  or  worse  ,  losing  themselves  in  whatever  the  fuck  this  was  .  andromeda  zwart  wasn’t  the  exception;  the  only  difference?  she  always  panicked  in  silence  .  her  ego  was  too  big  to  show  weakness  in  front  of  others  ,  especially  if  those  others  were  people  she  barely  knew  .  hence  ,  she  ran  .  discreetly  ,  taking  small  streets  that  would  lead  them  god-knows-where  ,  but  certainly  away  from  the  mess  the  town  currently  was  .  that’s  how  she  found  mae  ,  someone  she  hasn’t  known  for  long  ,  but  still  a  face  familiar  enough  .                "  hey  ,  "     she  greeted  ,  a  little  out  of  breath  ,  and  she  hesitated  at  the  question  ,  at  the  reply  she  should  give  .     "  i—uhm   . . .   nothing  .  it’s  just   . . .   everything  is  chaos  there  ,  downtown  ,  you  know  ?  "     everything  is  also  chaos  in  me  ,  she  thought  ,  looking  at  her  hands  that  are  the  only  thing  able  to  turn  into  her  shifter  shape  since  all  of  this  started  .     "  what’s  up  with  you  ?  why   . . .   are  you  around  here  ?  i  mean  ,  so  lonely  and  all  that  ?  "

location: anywhere who: open! for the event.

the plant had died. the plant had died, and mae cannot stop thinking about it. everyone's powers seem to be either blinking out of existence or going off the rails; for her, it had seemed to be the former, until. she should count herself lucky it's a plant and not a person, and yet -- she had thought her plants, at least, to be safe. until this one had withered and died between her fingers.

distracted, mae doesn't notice another supernatural approaching until they are upon her. " hey, " she says, not quite able to even muster her usual guardedness. " what's up? " if they're wanting a tincture or potion, it's looking like they're out of luck.