[For Altria, too, the flora is... reassuring in its own way. It reminds her of Faerie Britain, and while that's its own can of worms, there's something about the familiar that will always be reassuring, regardless of her own feelings on it.
... Point is, she stumbles upon Wanderer not too long after he stops there--and pauses. Should she...? No, he's absolutely having a moment to himself, right? It'd be super rude to interrupt, probably.
Even though she's really, really curious.
She should probably just... quietly... try to move around--
Instead, she trips over a root she doesn't see because her eyes are fixed on him instead, and while she doesn't faceplant, she does stumble with a quiet little yelp. Nice going, Altria.]
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... Point is, she stumbles upon Wanderer not too long after he stops there--and pauses. Should she...? No, he's absolutely having a moment to himself, right? It'd be super rude to interrupt, probably.
Even though she's really, really curious.
She should probably just... quietly... try to move around--
Instead, she trips over a root she doesn't see because her eyes are fixed on him instead, and while she doesn't faceplant, she does stumble with a quiet little yelp. Nice going, Altria.]