clearing a mind - open; tangler

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AINE NÍ BROIN
FLESHWEAVER
FAE DRUID
INFORMATION

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[div style="width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 15px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?

Tanglewood.  It was easier now... But the petite deer-fox could never quite shake the wariness, the spike of alarm, whenever she caught their scent in the air.  Her hazel hues flickered, wings shuffling at her sides.  She can't help the frown, even as Saintkit spoke with excitement.  Fire.

"No." Her voice was quiet, but resolute.  Fueled by the pain fire has brought to her life.  That Tanglers carrying fire brought to her life.  Make sure they were... No.  She didn't care.  Neutrality was not friendship.  Never.

She wouldn't trust them.  Couldn't.  Wouldn't.  Especially with Aurum... It was too much.  Some of her clanmates might feel safe... Because of family or friends, but it would never be that way for her.  Never.

"..."

"... Why are you here?"  Her hooves dug into the snow and sand, ears flat against her skull.  A repeat question but... Tanglers didn't just come by on friendly visits.  They weren't friends.  Never.

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