☼ - Running away from a place once known as home was a history very familiar to Delphinium. Iota, as well. And in her own respect, Stocking, although Delphi didn't believe the angel had much of a choice being stuck on Earth. How fitting it was that renegades naturally gravitated toward each other, collecting into Tanglewood. Even Beck fit the archetype, or at least as far as Delphinium could tell - the ghost was incredibly secretive and reclusive, it was difficult to decipher what he was truly about. Although it had been little time since Delphinium had first moved to Tanglewood, or rather had been absorbed into the group by Iota, the kitsune had quickly grown to view the overgrown swamps and odd cast of inhabits as her home and her friends. Granted, not all her feelings were reciprocated from everyone. But for the most part Tanglewood had taken her under their wing, and Delphinium tried to return the favor by doing exactly that on particularly hot days in the marshes with extended wings and portable shade. Today was one of those days, the air muggy and uncomfortable but business in Tanglewood continued regardless. How long until Delphinium also adapted to these heats, like Morgan had? The Samoyed could control ice at his whim, but surely the rest of him wasn't given the coolness his face was with his mask. Her clipped wings could only provide so much of a breeze.

It was unusual for the eight-tailed mythic to wander through the dangerous marshes on her own, but weaving through the shadowed underbrush and splashing through shallow water was much more relieving than idling in the town. Delphinium hummed idly as she stepped over gnarled roots, olive green eyes sweeping over the increasingly familiar outskirts of Tanglewood's territory. The "border" she had heard it referred to, a rather archaic term but effective in its definition. What stood out against the muted earth tones were two bright yellow splotches of fur and flesh rather than moss and roots, catching the kitsune's attention as the largest one called out into the swamp. "Hello!" Delphinium called out a greeting in response, spreading her wings and beating them uselessly a few times as she neared the duo. It was an instinctual reaction to reduce distance faster, but with her flight feathers still clipped back so far, it did little more than create a slight whiff of wind behind her. The unfamiliar girl introduced herself as Cherrywine, and the stumbling child as Clark. The girl herself was rather beautiful, much more pleasant to the eye than the swamps and even most of Tanglewood's inhabitants, although she didn't quite compare to - nevermind, it didn't matter. Clark, on the other hand, was quite adorable. Delphi flashed the young child a bright smile, extending her forelegs forward to bend forward into a playful bow toward him. "I'm Delphinium, and this is Tanglewood," she wasn't quite sure what a "Clan" was, but she had heard Iota use the comparison before, and hopefully just the name of the group would answer Cherrywine's question. "You're welcome to stay, of course," although Delphi was speaking to Cherrywine her attention remained solely on Clark, reaching a navy paw out to gently poke at Clark's nose. He was so small! Delphinium had seen children before, but normally they were her own age- the children she had grown up with, never ones so young.