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[breena]

[align=center]— breena | halls of hiraeth rouge | druid —

A closeness to the ground drew Breena to the lowest levels of the apartment.  The young badger felt no desire to clamber up so many stairs, or to look about the world from a high vantage point.  No matter how pretty it may be.  Perhaps an old rooted fear of heights prevailed in this manner, or simply the fact she was used to sleeping close to the ground.  Sometimes in the ground.  Or beneath the comforting roots of a massive tree.

Breena did however, possess a deep rooted sense of curiosity.  Intently in love with learning and knowledge, which often led to the rouge burying herself in a book or two... The druid wandered into places she may not feel entirely comfortable with.  Just for the learning experience.

She'd been exploring the higher levels of the apartment, though not quite the top, when she heard a great deal of noise.  Her round ears soaked in the clamor, dark hues filled with bemusement.  In the stars...? Quickly, she -- perhaps with a glimmer of reluctance -- trotted up the final levels.  A trio awaited her at the top, discussing vines.

Honestly?  Breena had dealt with her room with great ease.  With gentle control, she pushed the plants back, allowing them to continue their lives, only not past the walls, least she begin to trip over them as she left and came in.  The druid enjoyed the company, but knew there was a level of efficiency prevented by allowing the creep of overgrowth into a living space.

Shyly, the badger smiled, eyes quickly moving past the faces and the vines in question.  "… They're not your enemy," she murmured, clearly a little amused.  "… Not trying to be, at least..."

The vines may be invasive, but they were still living.  Not to mention, they had been in the apartment before the Halls.  But Breena understood sometimes for new life to take root, the old must die.  That was the nature of the world.

She still wept when a fire burned through a forest... No matter how many seedlings survived.

"I can try to move some of them," she offered softly at last, blinking.

— I WILL TRY TO BE THE BRIGHTEST —