02-07-2021, 03:15 AM
Sweeney felt like she was overwelcoming her stay here in Tanglewood. No one had told her any such thing - as if she'd let them - but she still couldn't help but feel as though she was intruding in some way. She wasn't actually a member of Tanglewood, despite her being put within a buddy system with Els by Aurum in the last meeting, so she simply was just here, pretending to like it. Pretending for Atticus and for Moth. The main two members of the swampdwellers that she liked, the rest she just tolerated for the time being. Eventually she knew that things would go back to how they were before when the Pitt was an enemy to Tanglewood and all of this would end. She wanted to make sure her mark was put on the place before she left it, wanted to make sure that she would forever be remembered and have something in the city of Tanglewood to remember her by before she left. So when she finally got to hear about how Moth died, aboit how her old home was in ruins she had her idea.
Of course Sweeney saw how cramped Moth's current home was. It had three animals living in it at all times for the moment, and it seemed as though with how many members of the group were showing up at the border injured practically forcing their way into the group in order to be healed, the little one bedroom house was constantly stuffed with the scent of other animals. It was just too small. It deserved to be torn down it was so pathetic. But for some reason Moth loved it, so, for now, Sweeney let it stand. She was sure that one day the Pitt would raid Tanglewood once more, and even if it was three years into the future the kitsune would be sure to be there, just to knock down the little building that was a piss poor excuse for a house.
She had told Atticus her plan when Moth had been out collecting herbs, and then they had left. Sweeney made sure to leave a note behind for Moth, telling her to visit the old rubble of the house she had lived in before, and knew that with how long it took Moth to walk around the territory to collect herbs that they would be done before she got back. She hoped they'd be done anyway, she could dream. With the help of her friend telling her how he remembered the house to look, eventually, it was done. The house was back to how it had been, put back together almost exactly how it had been before, the only differences being some wood that was used or the way the bricks fused together. Nothing could be perfect. But Sweeney was exhausted. She hadn't thought that using her powers as much as she had in that day would be so draining. A migraine split into her skull and her nose bled, vision blurry she laid down on the porch of the house, waiting for the medic to come see their handywork.
Of course Sweeney saw how cramped Moth's current home was. It had three animals living in it at all times for the moment, and it seemed as though with how many members of the group were showing up at the border injured practically forcing their way into the group in order to be healed, the little one bedroom house was constantly stuffed with the scent of other animals. It was just too small. It deserved to be torn down it was so pathetic. But for some reason Moth loved it, so, for now, Sweeney let it stand. She was sure that one day the Pitt would raid Tanglewood once more, and even if it was three years into the future the kitsune would be sure to be there, just to knock down the little building that was a piss poor excuse for a house.
She had told Atticus her plan when Moth had been out collecting herbs, and then they had left. Sweeney made sure to leave a note behind for Moth, telling her to visit the old rubble of the house she had lived in before, and knew that with how long it took Moth to walk around the territory to collect herbs that they would be done before she got back. She hoped they'd be done anyway, she could dream. With the help of her friend telling her how he remembered the house to look, eventually, it was done. The house was back to how it had been, put back together almost exactly how it had been before, the only differences being some wood that was used or the way the bricks fused together. Nothing could be perfect. But Sweeney was exhausted. She hadn't thought that using her powers as much as she had in that day would be so draining. A migraine split into her skull and her nose bled, vision blurry she laid down on the porch of the house, waiting for the medic to come see their handywork.
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