I'VE BEEN PATIENTLY WAITING // introduction v2

[HYDROSTATIC C.D..]

[aine.]

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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?

The petite deer-fox had been preoccupied.  Had a garden to repair.  Regrow.  She had not heard of Jormungand's children.  Would not approve the most of the circumstances... Given Coalition ties.  She harbored a great deal of rage at the Coalition.  Mostly at Stryker.  Now dead.  Still, she didn't trust them.  Didn't care for them.

But children.  Children didn't have any say in where they were born.  They were just children.  And the fleshweaver, with a satchel full of seeds, paused at the sight of one.  A cub kicking a stone.

Hazel hues flickered.  Searching for anyone who may be watching the child.  Or could be the cause of the frown on his face.  Finding none, Aine blinked, readjusted her satchel and trotted over.  "... Hey," she offered softly.  "Are... Are you okay?"

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© MADI

[Kold]

Blood is getting hotter, body's getting colder
I told you once, I'M THE ONLY ONE WHO HOLDS HER!

Kold was next to arrive, quiet and thoughtful, thinking. What the coalition did would never leave her mind, their transgressions would always be there. But she knew that kids were just kids. In a way, she was like Hydrostatic. Motherless in a strange land. But she was scared when she first arrived, a scared pup who's first impression of the place was kill or be killed. Look where she was now.

"She already asked but.. yeah, you doing alright?" she sat down nearby, wings tucked uncomfortably against one another.

— Reggan

[HYDROSTATIC C.D..]