sometime last night - open; trespassing joiners

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"but you promised me this is love" ✭  ── Sweeney was right, there was a unusual trend of Pitt members trudging their way through the swamp. If these two were to stay wasn't a question she could answer, but it didn't matter. She knew Tanglewood's numbers relied on two things, the blood of new joiners and Aurum's fascinating ability to always be pregnant. Then again, she wasn't sure where half of those kids went either. Maybe this wasn't such a bad thing, after all, she was trying her very, very best to not grimace openly at the scent of the Pitt under the truce. Old habits died hard, it took her a good while even back then to trust the Typhoon, and she didn't even remember when they were on tense terms with Tanglewood. She even thought sometimes it was just a weird dream, but her dislike ( see also: hatred ) of the Pitt was very much real and memorable. May the unforgiving swamp wash away the clinging residue of the unforgiving sands.

"You'll get used to it. Well, actually, you need to manage, or you'll just die. And then we'll never find your body." Arrow snorted, ethereal form sliding under Elsweyr's chest as if she was using the larger woman for shade, or protection. Neither was the case, she was just hopefully temporarily being clingy. And it was much more comforting being in the presence of someone familiar when she felt like her brain was being rattled with the dry scent of the desert and the imaginary scent of a whole lotta blood. That part was her mind playing tricks, mind you, but it didn't make it any less fucky. "We got two headed gators, if you look deep enough. I don't think they like company though."