#branchbled

[blindshoot]

@branchbled / starter call.

He tries to keep his distance from the druids and their space, lest he intrude on something that he has no part of or finds the bad side of Kagha's mood. But sometimes Maeve gives him no choice but to wander through. No matter how much he detests the eyes that watch him -- outsider, unwelcomed, not one of us, do not belong, do not belong, does not belong -- he still slinks his way through the grove to keep a closer eye on his companion.

" Do you think this little group will succeed in wiping out the goblins? " it's quieter in here, perhaps that's why Maeve was insistent that he come in while she spoke with Kagha. Nettie is close with Halsin, this much he knows, so he wonders what her thoughts are. " Or that they will bring Halsin back? "

[silksworn]

I did the thing over at @branchbled. I won’t be able to update anything until much later tonight, but she is up and I’m super excited for it! Sideblog, so anyone who already follows me here is welcome to follow Nettie.

and what if I said I’m making my Nettie blog as we speak…

[fatewoven]

// cont.

A good thunderstorm can still knock some sense into the night, still pull wind from dreams one didn't plan on revisiting, and still send a child from their bed as if it were a hum beneath the skin. Still carve enough space between past and present to drag forth the ageless nightmare, full of teeth and claws. And it's clear they have similar methods of working through a troubled sleep; Nettie with their mortal and pestle, the slow distillation of remedies from poison, and Iara with her bundled herbs, the satchel overfull after an entire day of gathering. Venturing far into the forest where few others would dare set foot. Careful. A lone wolf is an ill omen. She flits to a nearby table before returning with more reagents for Nettie's salves and her own work, movements graceful enough for one to notice Iara always walks in the same spots — like any other predator who would repeat their tracks on soft loam to throw off hunters. "Many forget nature is rarely sensible. It does what it needs. We don't need to always understand it." Cheerily voicing her agreement, Iara begins plucking leaves and sorting what needs to be dried and what can be used immediately. "May I ask how you came by the grove? My mothers and hers taught me our family's trade. We've always traveled, and sometimes I think it would be nice to find somewhere to settle." She laughs, fingers tinged bitter and floral, and looks to Nettie with a smile so bright, it's easy to miss the sharpness of her teeth. "Then I wonder about all the people I wouldn't meet if I stayed in one place. People like you, for example." / @branchbled