lo-fi for witches only- intro/plant hunting

[deimos]

Her head turned as he approached. Her mind was a bit fuzzy- there had been a lot happening at the border, and she wasn't completely sure if he had been there. But it mattered not, the bird supposed, pulling her talons away from the delicate plant. Her wings shifted a bit, fluffing against the gathering wind. "Bridget. Yourself?" She spoke, her accent a bit strange and thick, her beak clicking as it settled back close. However, turning towards him made it easy to see the others approach.

One of which was familiar- no, both. She just wished that she didn't recognize the lion. He had been.. a rough spot, to say, to Bridget. Her talons tapped the ground, trying to decide how to answer him, a soft breath exiting her before she straightened up, the falcon meeting him eye to eye. Which, was a bit hilarious, considering their size difference. "It is.. pleasant. I have to say it's not my favorite choice, the swamp, but." She offered a shrug in response, tilting her head a bit. "Not my choice, I suppose." She said.

Her eye shifted towards her sister, and she dipped her head in a soft greeting. There need be no words, but she definitely caught how her sister's eyes followed the smaller feline in this gathering.

"SPEECH"

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