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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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[amasveritas]

Sally relaxes some when assured of the situation's alrightness, planting a hand on her hip and watching, head tipped. Antonia smiles wide and unshy when the mysterious green lady greets her.

"Hi," the girl chirps, a hand clinging to Sally's. "Are you wearing plants?"

There aren't a lot of kids, it's true, especially not when it comes to the recent generation of arrivals. The gods deem it so that they do not arrive here alone. Children in Baedal carry with them a lot of implications, ones they might not understand yet. If they do grow up here, they will. Antonia, currently, seems happy to meet someone new, and that's that.

Sally lets her daughter field the exchange, then, just remaining watchful and ready to interject.

I apologise for Ivy's current disinterest in the grownup here /o\

[mayqueen]

"Yes, I am. I know the plants very well, I speak with them, and because they care for me they give me what I need." Her voice is almost friendly, low and calm, moreso than with most of the adults of her acquaintance. "I hope you're being kind to the trees here?"

heh heh, it is perfectly fine :D

[amasveritas]

That sounds cool, according to Antonia, judging by her knit-brow interest. Sally is a patient and watchful shadow, at this point, free hand pushing back a curtain of brown hair, a part of her mind elsewhere, thinking.

"I'm just jumping between 'em," the little girl asserts. "And climbing, I can go way high. We have a garden, and sometimes we talk to those too to make 'em grow better? But not like that. Are you a witch too?"

Yeah, Sallly could see that one coming, but she doesn't say anything or even wince. It matters less and less every passing day.

[mayqueen]

Ivy raises an interested eyebrow at the girl's mother, then turns her interest back to the girl.

"Not a witch. The Earth chose me to protect it, and gave me the power to do so." A rather romanticised and heavily compacted version of events, but not strictly untrue.