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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]

Her hand just hovers at her side for a moment, and she's tempted to just walk away, but it's been less than twenty-four hours since she tore apart a city block and was torn from her home and maybe she's burnt (demolished) enough bridges for one day.

She takes the cards.

"...thank you."

It comes out like she's not used to saying it.

[behindfirelight]

He doesn't push harder than that on the friendly-helpful thing, once she accepts; he's a pretty good judge, that way, intuitive and more emotion-driven than he tends to seem at a glance. (--and he has a knack for befriending people who'd generally rather not be befriended, but it's a gift that works best when he's not really trying.)

“No problem. Madrasati's south of here a bit in Echomire - you'll find Hellsing in Sobek Croix, nearby the forest's edge.” Dense forest that they are, in fact, surrounded by on all sides; in the village, it's easy to forget for a while that they're also surrounded by 'an actual city', and it's exactly Sol's kind of place. The non-Hellsing community tends toward Moroccan in spite of the 'aulde English village' feel of the architecture; he feels like he lives on eel tagine and taktouka. “Which is where I should be heading back to,” because Ivy seems like someone whose time shouldn't be imposed on too much, and he's inclined to respect that, “but it's good to meet you.”

[mayqueen]

It's a relief that he's moving on. She wants to be getting back to the plants, the trees, establishing a feel for the place from life that's rooted in the earth and not simply wandering the streets. Things happening this way saves her the possible offense caused by dismissing him or simply walking away.

She doesn't return the sentiment explicitly. Time will tell if it was good to meet him. But she nods, and doesn't scowl, and as a rule that's more than most people get.