â ~ââ˘Â°.:|| eventually eyes would set upon them. she chuckles, albeit nervously still. â ah, yes bear is friend. â quite possibly one of the few friends amari would have in this grove, that werenât animals, at least considering her detachment from the rest of the druids. her warm disposition fades just a touch.
   â and yes it tends to when you have others dramatically griping over it. â thereâs a brief roll of her eyes at that. knowing that kaghaâs venom was slowly seeping into the soil of this place and her growing severity was only fueling the misrepresentation over any âstrangersâ within the sanctuary. her needlessly cruel and somewhat suspicious actions being taken when they were ones to maintain a balance of things. amari looks away for a moment, idlily toying with an amulet around her neck. in time she catches herself slipping into her own thoughts, and shakes her head in a soft laugh.  Â
   â oh, apologies, i am amari. and despite what some of my fellow druids might think, it is a pleasure to meet you. â  a smile gradually returns though thereâs look of concern behind her eyes.  â well nettie is rather skilled ⌠however master halsin would be more knowledgeable if it were something specificâŚÂ
   but the blade, umâŚÂ wyll, yes? he spoke of a whole goblin horde in the way. I donât want to think the worst, but thatâs quite a task for a âmaybeâ. â
â§*・ ||  eyes squint ever so slightly for a fraction of a moment. the vitriol from amari, as introduced, about kagha is very much noted. she wasnât the first to speak against the druid in hushed whispers, but that was the problem: it wasnât one person within her own fold, but many. idrylla could understand the ire of the tieflings that seek shelter just about the border of the grove. to be unwanted yet have no other options. trouble lies in the members within also seeing an issue. it makes her skin itch( empathy for those who are scorned by their fellows. the wounds of her own casting from the guild are fresh & raw, wrapped to be ignored but hardly tended to. ). makes her frustrated. not her place. but damned if it wonât become so if she has to play a olympic game affair to find a healer.
      a bow, more of a shift in her posture. a lean if you will. but a greeting of lax rather indifference.Â ďź idrylla crisanta. idryl is fine, however.ďź moving from the river to the shore, standing a distance away just in case the bear would wake. a bend to the knee to let hands to squeeze at the fabric of her pants to release it of the water.Â ďź the blade of frontiers, yes he told me the same. of course he wasnât the only person here asking me & mine to do something about it. luckily for all those asking thatâs my next stop considering that halsin fellow is tied up with all that somehow.
      we have been welcomed to make our camp here for a day or so before heading out, so i was making busy at the scenery i suppose. ďź a rise, hands dust her knees. a tilt of her head as she studies amari now much closer.Â ďź uh, notice you lot donât care much for outsiders. sorry to piss on the parade, so to speak. ďź