lo-fi for witches only- intro/plant hunting

[wormwood.]

☆ HUNG PICTURES OF PATRON SAINTS UP ON MY WALL TO REMIND ME THAT I AM A FOOL. TELL ME WHERE I CAME FROM, WHAT I WILL ALWAYS BE: JUST A SPOILED LITTLE KID WHO WENT TO CATHOLIC SCHOOL —

Aurum honestly regretted how he and Beck's siblings had gotten off on the wrong foot. While he stood by his decision to be suspicious at such a large group just showing up at the border asking for their founder, he could definitely see how he might've been a bit overharsh. He didn't really know how Beck felt about having them around, but he had every intention of being friendly from now on, unless Beck or someone else claimed that something was wrong. After all, as far as he was concerned now, Bridget and any other siblings that decided to stay were now tanglers. Such as Margery, who approached without much fuss and simply beat her tail against the dry earth, clearly pleased to see her sibling doing well. He didn't wish to interrupt her serene silence, so he simply lifted one of his golden wings in greeting, shifting it a little in a sort of makeshift wave. He had been taking full advantage of having his wings back as of late, not only using them for flying, but also a great deal of other tasks as well. Hopefully Margery would see it for it was – a friendly greeting, and not some sort of veiled threat. It would've been impressive to interpret it as such, but considering their first meeting...

The male's attention was snatched away when Bridget spoke up once again, speaking softly about Tanglewood's choice of territory. It was not the first time he had heard the swamp critiqued, and he believed that it was very far from the last, unless Tanglewood decided to move at some point – which seemed unlikely, since they wouldn't really be Tanglewood anymore then. Nodding his head a bit in response, he chuckled a little dryly before he mumbled, glancing towards the trees that caged in their main little town, "The swamp is hardly perfect, but it's what we've had ever since the very beginning of Tanglewood... plus it makes it much easier to keep intruders out. At least we've always got a wide variety of pleasant plants and flowers, like the ones growing here." He gestured casually with a paw towards the plant that she had formerly been gently picking at.

[div style="text-align: right; text-transform: uppercase; text-shadow: 0px 0px 2px #1B1B2F; font-size: 24px;"][color=#44437F]— AURUM

#psychosocial.