AETHER | house hunting

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AINE NÍ BROIN
FLESHWEAVER
FAE DRUID
INFORMATION

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[div style="max-width: 360px; font-family: palatino; color: #2e8b57; text-align: left; padding-top: 8px; padding-left: 10px"]HOW DO YOU RUN FROM Y[color=#5d8e93]OUR OWN MIND?

It was nice to have a place to call home.  Particularly for a long time.  Brought a sense of ownership.  Comfort.  Safety.  Even if it wasn't the place she'd been born, the treehouse had more than become her home.  Although, she spent a majority of her time in the White Temple, as no doubt expected of the fleshweaver.

She'd been on her way to the temple when she noticed her father and Westley, blinking once before trotting over.  Ears perked curiously.  House hunting?  That was exciting, she supposed.  Or just practical.

"Salut, Westley," she offered softly.  Mind on the matter at hand, her hazel hues flickered over the treehouses, including her own.  She preferred them to living underground for sure, despite her connection to the earth.  They just... Felt more like a house.  "Da an I have- have lived there since we joined," she motioned with a smile.  With the mural on the side, it was an easy to spot home.  Part of why she loved it.

"... Do you- do you want help picking one?"

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