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    it'd been a while since she'd actually found a place of her own. for the few days that she'd been back she'd just been wandering the camp and territory, sleeping in trees. perhaps it was time she got herself a stable home to sleep in. she could recall coming up with the idea of having a home outside of camp, but she didn't think she was going to act on said thought. it seemed now she was going to. she was going with her original plan, as well. about seven feet out in every direction there were herbs and flowers growing, with a line of stepping stones leading to a small hollowed out bramble thicket with leaves strewn across the top. as for where this small cozy home lay? it was about 3/4 of a mile from camp, so fairly close. having flower step made it rather easy to hurry her garden to grow, so now the girl just laid in the sun on the stepping stones whilst looking quite content in life.




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    Her own home was no where near camp. The cabin was tucked quite some ways away on another island but it did not seem to bother the witch. The isolation was fine with her and she didn't mind making her way to camp as often as was needed. The tired female limped her way along when she came to the garden, nose twitching at all the different smells of herbal treatments. She knew the basic of herbs being a witch but that was really all. Her eyes flicked to the female and she didn't recognize her. Guess it was time to introduce herself. "You have a very nice garden. Um, I'm Belladonna by the way. Who are you?"


    tags (updated 9/27)

    [align=center][fancypost borderwidth=0;color:#B6D8C0;font-size:20pt;letter-spacing:-2px][font=georgia]A TINCTURE OF MEMORIES[/fancypost][fancypost borderwidth=0; width: 330px; color:#ECDBBC;font-size:8pt;margin-top:-9px;letter-spacing: 0px; line-height: 98%;][font=arial][justify]"Ah, wow, Rho! Tama's glad that you still enjoy keeping a garden!" The servaline would resound with a chirp, approaching shortly after Belladonna, and admiring the various plants that her comrade had grown and arranged, around her quaint home. It seemed as if Rho really hadn't changed, and Tama was relieved that they were still in touch with what they had once and always been passionate about, even after death, followed by her eventual return. That, and noting the contented expression that seemed to illuminate Rho's features, happened to brighten Tama's expression with a relieved smile - after all, it still felt so.. surreal, that her comrade was back.. and yet, the servaline was so thankful, nevertheless. It was almost as if nothing had changed, at times, whilst during moments in which fleeting memories returned to her, she realised that there were several things that had indeed been altered, and yet, there were various things that had remained the same, nevertheless.


    TAGS 21/08/2016

    He remembered Rho having a garden in her other life as well. It had been a pretty one, and this seemed to be the same. Smiling faintly as he wagged his tail, the arctic wolf limped over, dipping his head in greeting. "L-Looks n-nice, Rho" he barked with a nod, twisting his head slowly so he could a good, close look on (almost) every flower. He didn't know most of them, but they looked nice, so...