DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

While half of the purpose for visiting had sort of been defeated by Aurum and Moth's own at their ally several days ago, the tigress still was set on visiting the swamp her girlfriend came from. It seemed such a funny image to the female, to think of such a pretty, clean thing walking through the mud to get around. The sand on their shores was certainly much more agreeable. Still, she was interested to see what all Tanglewood had to offer, and she thought it might be nice, to introduce herself to strangers and perhaps old friends alike. When she'd been captain, she'd been the one to initiate the partnership between the two groups, and the tigress had been quite involved in it for the entirety of her time as leader. But, she couldn't remember any of that now, and she'd just gotten to build up the strength it would take to make the journey between the two territories. She'd not ventured so far ever since waking up from her head injury, but the thought of it did make her excited. There would be so many new things to see and experience! And now that she had her camera, she could document all of it. She was sure the Tanglers would have plenty of their own interesting wildlife to spot.

The female had been a little hesitant at first bringing up the idea of visiting Tanglewood to Sophie. Not that she was hesitant on the idea of going in itself, but she simply didn't want to make the other feel obligated to help her get there. She didn't necessarily need to go yet, and even if she did, she could find someone else to escort her if the feline didn't want to. But, the other had insisted, said that only she would feel comfortable doing it if they were to go. And so, she wouldn't argue. She trusted the other, and while she could feel that anxiety tug at her stomach as they stepped past the gate to the unknown, she kept her focus on her surroundings, and Sophiea. It wouldn't be long before she grew distracted from the silent fear to focus on the exciting new world around them, pulling out her camera to take pictures of the most colorful birds and plants they spotted, conversing with her partner, and simply observing along the small journey, taking it all in.

And, thankfully, nothing bad happened along the way. There was no scent of the Coalition, no vision of the woman that'd gotten so close to killing her just a few weeks prior, and no other hiccups - not even a headache. A slight dizziness, here and there, when she'd moved too much too quickly, but it was nothing sitting down and drinking some water wouldn't take care of. All in all, Goldenluxury Roux was feeling better than she has since waking up, and this would put her in a good mood. Being around Sophiea only helped with this, too, her eyes trailing along the other as she walked ahead. And soon enough, they'd reach a point in which the scent of Tanglewood begin to nip at their noses, and the female's pace would speed up, brushing up against her girlfriend excitedly, glancing towards her. She adjusts the camera held around her neck, using a paw to click a few pictures, before shifting the bag on her shoulder to a more comfortable position and clearing her throat. "Hello," she'd call out in a nervous, but excited tone. "M' name's Goldenluxury Roux, or Goldie."

Though as she spoke, she could feel that sense of dread start to settle in her, ever so slightly. The last time she'd been here...it was before she'd hit her head. She'd been vaguely told of the time, how she'd been locked up. Ninazu's words "Should’ve let you bleed out in the Tanglewoods," rang through her mind, causing her excited expression to falter. She lets out a quiet huff, shaking her head. The female couldn't even recall what'd exactly happened, so why did she have to feel this way? She shifts her body, pressing into Sophiea a bit closer. They would be fine. Everything was fine. She was here to make friends.

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DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
    but the clouds are clearing up
        and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
                                              like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

The ghost and the goddess had met once before, though not necessarily on good terms. It had been a week before the other's unfortunate passing, in fact. She had never held any particularly strong opinions over the other, however, even if she hadn't lost all of her memories. It was just a small spat they had, one that she likely would have gotten over if they'd interacted on more light terms afterwards. They never got the chance, however, until just now, and it'd be fair if Arrow herself didn't even remember the insults they'd thrown at each other, given how long ago it was and in the grand scheme of things, how little it mattered. She was glad to be greeted with a friendly face, it helped the anxieties go away just a little bit. The more numbers that would inevitably appear, the safer they'd be overall. "I think we had a good time, actually, if not a lil' paranoid. I got plenty o' pictures at least. It's nice t' see more o' the world outside the Typhoon." She'd respond in a friendly manner, flashing a quick grin to the feline.

Her attention would shift as another approached, blinking as he would land in from flying, noticing his four wings. She wondered what the use would be for so many, but she thought it did look interesting. Her own wings would shift slightly. She'd still not tried to use them, she doesn't think she will for quite a while. It was much too risky, even with her recovery going mostly smoot the past month. Headaches were still common enough, and she was still slower, more overwhelmed with simple tasks. Flying seemed to be a bit too much for now. "Is' a pleasure t' meet you, Arrow, n' Barghest."

It was a shame she wouldn't be able to offer a proper thanks to Moth for her aid. At least, not for a little while. It was likely because of her that she had not died to the infection that'd taken over her leg. But all she'd known since waking up, really, was the brief overview of everything that'd occurred. The fall of the groups, and then the beheading of Stryker. The other seemed to be quite trustworthy, based off her introduction alone, and she would straighten herself up a little bit out of a newfound respect for the other. "Ah, thank you, Moth. 've been okay. Had a scare a month ago wit' a seizure, n' then a...uh, an attack a week ago. Sophie rescued me. But m' recovery's been goin' okay. Only a few hiccups here n' there." She explains briefly, a little awkwardly, with a small nod. If the other was the medic, then it was fair enough she'd get more of the details as well. Roan would probably rest better knowing that Moth also knew what was happening, at least.

Had the female still known about her former life, she likely would continue her disapproval of Atbash. The female had been one to hold grudges, especially when she felt she'd been stabbed in the back. And the situation of Snowbound dropping them certainly had felt like betrayal. But, it was all ancient history, and all she knows now was right in front of her. A stranger saying hello. "Hello," she'd offer with a small nod to the savannah. This was clearly someone she was supposed to know, but she wasn't certain if the other expected her to recall or not. Her demeanor was cautious, as if she knew she had changed like the rest did, but she had only offered a greeting. Perhaps she simply was a careful cat. And so, Goldie would have to take the initiative to know. "What's your name?" the tigress would ask lightly, an almost apologetic look on her features. If she truly was supposed to know who this was, she wasn't sure how they'd react to her suddenly forgetting who they were. And it wasn't something she's quite gotten used to yet, despite how often it occurred. She didn't like the disappointment, worry others had when they realized.

With that she would fall quiet once more, a paw silently reaching for Sophiea's own, trying to hold the others. It's been a while since she'd needed to introduce herself to so many folks at once.