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[mayqueen]

Who: Ivy and you!
What: Wandering, irritation, flowers? Come and bother a barefoot green woman wearing a leotard made of plants.
Where: Mostly around Mog Hill, extending into the surrounding districts (Bonetown, Saltbur, Pincod, Echomire, as far as the river to the west and south) - also the forest in Sobek Croix, around the evening.
When: Today (Coardi)
Warnings: Unlikely but will edit as needed.

She had to convince herself to take anything except her seed case. The vouchers and the money were stuffed into an empty compartment she kept for discoveries made on the road; though she had no intention of staying at the Valhalla Inn, or buying clothes for that matter, perhaps they'd have value as currency. Taking the CiD had been the hardest decision to make - she couldn't imagine a more blatantly obvious tracking device - but overall it was better to be informed than not and she'd bound it to her waist with vines for the time being.

Her encounters with the staff at the Inn had been fleeting to say the very least. Now she was outside, feet planted on the earth, and the faintly disturbing pamphlet had been accurate: this wasn't home. The plants spoke to her, mostly, sometimes in tones and languages she didn't yet understand - but they didn't recognize her, didn't love her as they did anywhere on her Earth. It prompted a sense of loneliness she wasn't familiar with; even in Arkham's most secure cells she'd always been aware of the Green just outside its walls, waiting for her to step back into its embrace.

For time time being she was wandering, taking in the lay of the land, sometimes hesitating for passing glances at the shops and business but not straying inside. More often it would be trees or wild flowers that would make her stop, her eyes closing briefly, the act of communication sometimes coaxing a little extra life from the plants she paused to speak with.

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[mayqueen]

Ivy watches this more in bemusement than anger. Most people who don't know how to get into the water simply don't - but then again, people too stupid to think it through are probably also too stupid to know better.

It's still vaguely annoying when he breaks the surface and seems able to continue breathing unaided; it would have extended her peace and quiet significantly if he'd drowned. Human? She doesn't like to assume. He's not so far away that her voice won't carry but she just observes him, waiting either to be noticed or for him to leave.

[wontturntofoam]

It does take him a moment, between treading water and holding the edge of the bank, for that sense of being not alone to return to him. He twists around to look again for somebody there, his expression torn between mild embarrassment for his anxiety, and undeserved anger for anyone who may actually be there.

Then he sees her, and it all sort of... goes.

It's hard to be angry at someone for being in the forest when they look like they're supposed to be a part of it.

"I thought I saw someone moving before, but you're camoflaged!"

He calls across to her, legs still swaying in the water.

[mayqueen]

She just stares at him for a few moments. Having made herself a household name in Gotham generally means she's managed to avoid these sorts of misconceptions.

"It isn't camoflage," she says archly. "I'm green for the same reason that everything else here is green."

[wontturntofoam]

"It still works as camoflage when you come to a place with many trees." He points out, because it does. Plenty of things just have camoflage because they're lucky and it worked out that the way they naturally look blends in with where they live. He assumes.

"You are... botanical, though? Do you have roots?"

He sounds genuinely curious, rather than incredulous about this. He hasn't met a botanical person before, lots of people who love gardening, but no actual plant people.

[mayqueen]

She's tempted to point out that camoflage is the act of deliberate disguise and not simply resembling one's environment, but she's calm enough to acknowledge that she simply doesn't like being accused of (to all intents and purposes) hiding. She's also not in the mood to deliver a biology lesson and if the conversation continues in that direction she might have to.

"No. I don't have roots."

Not ones that couldn't be torn out and dissolved by the intervention of an inexplicable city, anyway.