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Fall fascinated the petite fox. Deceptively young in mind and body, assumptions may be this her first fall. However, the fae knew fall once. Memories vague however, since autumn remained the season of her birth. As such, the child seems most comfortable with the changing season, her vibrant orange fur even matching some of the new shades of leaves.
She grew worrisome of her garden however, only soothed by the remembrance that jungles hardly suffered cold winters. More so, they may see a drastic change in rainfall, as the seasons alter. Regardless, she may change some tactics and grow some more autumn-based plants, to simply experiment.
Her mind belonged to the garden as she wandered through the jungle, studying the changes around her. Not every tree, but many seemed to respond to the seasonal change. Even here. Her soot-colored paws crunched leaves now below her, fascinating crackling sounds, like tinder in a fire.
A sharp curse splitting the air caught her off-guard. Hazel hues, currently seemingly more golden, flashed, flickering around for the source. Soon, the petite vixen stood a few feet away from Redvox -- Vox? Vinny? -- and Astair. Her brows creased immediately, concerned.
"… Mr. Vox? Are you okay?" Allergies? Honestly, Aine failed to comprehend her own body's reactions sometimes. As of late, she had noticed her nose growing slightly less clear, irritated by the changes around her. Yet she suffered nothing quite as bad as rapid sneezing in succession. Hardly a comfortable-looking event. "I... I might 'ave somethin' for allergies... I thin'."
She grew plenty of herbs in her garden, surely one of them would work. If she could remember which. The fae knew better afterall, then attempting to administer something that had nothing to do with the current problem.
[/td][/tr][/table]She grew worrisome of her garden however, only soothed by the remembrance that jungles hardly suffered cold winters. More so, they may see a drastic change in rainfall, as the seasons alter. Regardless, she may change some tactics and grow some more autumn-based plants, to simply experiment.
Her mind belonged to the garden as she wandered through the jungle, studying the changes around her. Not every tree, but many seemed to respond to the seasonal change. Even here. Her soot-colored paws crunched leaves now below her, fascinating crackling sounds, like tinder in a fire.
A sharp curse splitting the air caught her off-guard. Hazel hues, currently seemingly more golden, flashed, flickering around for the source. Soon, the petite vixen stood a few feet away from Redvox -- Vox? Vinny? -- and Astair. Her brows creased immediately, concerned.
"… Mr. Vox? Are you okay?" Allergies? Honestly, Aine failed to comprehend her own body's reactions sometimes. As of late, she had noticed her nose growing slightly less clear, irritated by the changes around her. Yet she suffered nothing quite as bad as rapid sneezing in succession. Hardly a comfortable-looking event. "I... I might 'ave somethin' for allergies... I thin'."
She grew plenty of herbs in her garden, surely one of them would work. If she could remember which. The fae knew better afterall, then attempting to administer something that had nothing to do with the current problem.
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AINE CHARLOTTE NÍ BROIN - THE PITT - 10 MOONS - RED DEER-FOX
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