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alastor carefully inspected it, the green leaves seeming to be salvageable. though then again, how was he to know? he wasn’t a plant whisperer. “ s’okay. if it doesn’t make it, we’ll hide the evidence. ” it was a joke. a poor one at that. shrugging slightly, a small curve to his lips still evident, the boy eye’d her carefully. “ so what brings you to bryant? council hall too stuffy for ya? ”
❛ Yes and no . ❜ she admitted, almost solemnly. ❛ i love council, but i can't live without seeing things everyday, experiencing new people. ❜ at times the walls of council hall felt somewhat like a prison. towering over her, tempting her to climb over them and let her eyes drink in the vast wilderness outside that stretching fence.













