HAIL TO THE KING | capture the flag

[aine.]

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I'll come back when you call me

Slow, her wobbling legs allowed her inside the temple.  The Red Temple.  Had she been inside before?  She does not think so.  No reason to.  Quietly, the petite druid carries a rather simple satchel.  One day she'll have her own.  For now, she borrowed and made do.  She made sure to carefully supply it with first aid.  Bandages.  Horsetail and marigold.  Bindweed.  Poppy seeds.  A canteen of water.

She took a seat beside her father, hazel hues flickering as she looked out across the arena.  She hoped no one did anything drastic.  ... She hoped.  But maybe that was wishful thinking.

— aine | the pitt | acolyte | fae druid —