THORNS PRICK MY SKIN ☆ tanglewood visitor

[S. PENDRAGON]

WHEN THE COLD WIND IS A-CALLING

Without much of a word, Sophiea had left Tanglewood in pursuit to find out about their allies or well, ally. She didn't have any gifts for the pirates nor did she intend on bringing them any, she had different intentions. The small femme wanted to meet other people that weren't just the swamp dwellers that she lived with, a soft breath would escape her maw as she walked along without much of a word leaving her. Soph hadn't expected the trip to be so long but she preferred to walk over flying, she would miss the scenery if she did that. With a twitch of her whiskers, she eventually would walk over the railroad and made her way over to the hates glancing up at the bell with a small frown on her maw. She supposed that she needed to ring it, Sophiea reached to her side pulling out her bow with a single arrow. She poised herself before taking hold of the nook, pulling it back, and then released it.

The bell rang and the girl would retrieve her arrow only to place it within the quiver next to her side. Hopefully, someone would arrive soon enough and if they did they would find the visitor sitting down patiently. She called out with a soft sigh following her words "Sophiea Pendragon." The feline would adjust the satchel on her side as she continued with a light nod of her cranium "I'm here to meet other people, mainly pen pals so to speak." That was it. Nothing big.

AND THE SKY IS CLEAR AND BRIGHT
MISTY MOUNTAINS SING AND BECKON, LEAD ME OUT INTO THE LIGHT

— Reggan