I wander

“I thought I least you should say hi, or thank you. I kind of helped you frightening the man off, after all.”

She hears a voice in her head, speaking to her. It makes her pause in her steps again, turning slightly so the man is in the corner of her eye, but otherwise not moving. Her first instinct is to keep moving, to not let him anywhere near her. Creatures of the night will steal your light and life.

At least that’s what her elders told her. Teagan herself is no fool, and engaging with anyone like this will not end well for either of them. Yet here she is, still allowing this supernatural being to speak to her, and listening instead of just warning him not to touch her.

Her eyes cast downwards for a moment, before she projects a thought back.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that, however. I am more than capable of protecting myself.”

Her fingertips brush the silver amulet representing the goddess Cerridwen and she closes her eyes as if in silent prayer, before turning back towards the man, crossing her arms across her chest.

“What is it you want of me?”

She asks him aloud.

#fredbarrett #Nijah

Fred remained where he was as he observed the girl moved, shifty and quietly, after the street thug disappeared into the mist covered the night Dublin streets. Her thoughts broadcast loud and clear inside his head. There were also the others, such as the confused state of the poor man who just tried to mob the girl. But they were all fading to the background now, only the young woman’s remained.

The corner of his mouth slanted up as the girl almost tripped after glancing toward his direction over her shoulder. Yes, everyone remarked upon his appearance. Even his maker noticed that. It was what drew his sire to him in the first place. But as someone who had been through an awful lot since the early teenage years, he knew how unreliable looks could be sometimes. He was beautiful, and his life was still miserable. His parents were still gone, as well as his maker.

At any rate, that was beside the point.

He tilted his head and contemplating for a moment, pondering if he should call out. Then what? What happened if she stopped? What was he going to talk about? He wasn’t exactly the most social person and most certainly not skilled at engaging a decent conversation with anyone. It would be for the best that he did not stope her, no?

Eeh, he didn’t know. .

#fredbarrett #[these two indecisive dorks. Geeez. x3]

Now that she’s more aware of the younger man behind her, something seems off about his energy. He was like a stone stuck in a river, with life was just passing him by. That’s a reference from a book, she thinks. Which one was it now?

She quickly discards the thought. No, the energy isn’t like that at all, it’s... strange, and like nothing she’s ever experienced up close. This is the aura she felt before, and decided to avoid before she was attacked by that mugger. She knew that certainly, her family had strange energies because they were known to prolong their lives for centuries until they invited death in like an old friend, but this is different. This is the very essence of death, darkness, and blood, yet... sorrow, somehow.

It’s the hint of sadness in his aura makes her slow in her steps. She shouldn’t make another bad decision this evening. Her grandmothers had warned her before she left the commune that the world is a lot larger and more dangerous than one could ever imagine. They warned her of many different beings, and even some humans that she should avoid at all costs.

It would be absolutely foolish to ignore that advice.

She glances over her shoulder again to look at the man who was simply watching her leave. Shaking her head, she starts to walk again, but at a slightly slower pace, almost as though giving her a chance to change her mind, which she quite frequently did.

itsfoundinlove

itsfoundinlove:

Veronica Varlow.

#the druid

The raggedy dressed street thug shook when the familiar dark street around him changed. He almost leaped up to the roof when plants sprouted from the pavement hew as standing and brushed against his holed boots. The hand holding the knife started to shake as his eyes widen with disbelief, than fear. Was these all part of his hallucination? Surely not. He had not taken any drug for days. Not that he did not want any. He was out of his pocket and could barely feet himself.

“Wa….” Fred watched the man stagger back a step or two, trying to use his not so sound logic to figure everything out. Oh it was so amusing, for none of those things made sense to a mortal from the moment he place his weapon against this young girl. His resolve of getting money out of her was shaken. He watched him retreated, and contemplating to leave. All it took was one little persuasion. And he could do that. This was, by all mean, a weak minded mortal, after all.

Using his Mind Gift, he crowded the man’s mind from where he was standing. The thug’s gaze became unfocused for a moment before he took a few more steps back, turned and left the scene. The street was once again quiet and just the two of them-him and this strange looking girl who somehow knew how to use magic. He had heard his deceased maker told him before and wasn’t all that believe in the fact. Yet here she was.

Now what did he do?

#nijah #fredbarrett #[Teagan is making me giggle. She's too cute.]

Teagan watches the mugger with caution, making certain she would not have to harm him in any way. She isn’t enjoying having to scare him like this, but it was far better than actually hurting him. Teagan takes the opportunity as the man takes a few steps backwards to take a few steps back herself, wanting to put as much distance between the man and herself as possible before he changes his mind.

As the man turns to retreat, she takes the opportunity to walk away, as quickly as possible, before she turns the brisk walk into a run, back towards a better lit part of town. No. She would have never done something this idiotic in New York, and particularly because she doesn’t know this city, she should have known better. Maybe she should have had Bran stay with her, after all.

Then again, muggers could strike anywhere, really. Normally she was just really lucky and kept to the well traveled and well lit parts of town. Not to mention the fact that she is usually accompanied by Bran, who’s a few inches over 6 feet tall, which often helped to dissuade muggers.

Turning, she quickly makes certain that the man isn’t following her, and that the other man who had witnessed the scene hadn’t followed her to ask her how she made the weather change.

That’s when she actually gets a good look at the man who witnessed the event, and she almost trips over her own feet, surprised when she sees his face.

He’s beautiful. By the Gods and Goddesses, I don’t know if I’ve seen anyone that gorgeous in some time.

It’s enough to almost stop someone in their tracks. Almost.

Quickly, she catches herself before she trips and continues to walk away. However, she’s almost certain that her cheeks are a brilliant shade of red because he most likely caught her staring at him and saw her almost trip over her own feet.

Stupid, Stupid Teagan.

Andy nodded a bit. “Yeah, I didn’t get my mom’s seer power, but I got her reading ability and I got pretty much everything my dad could do. Telekinesis was his specialty.” She beamed at that. “I’m so good at that shit.”

She pulled her hair back off her shoulder. “You know, I think Mason’s got a flat there. I can’t remember. I’ll keep that in mind though, if I happen to be around there.”

Andy decided on a third donut and picked one from what remained in the box. As she ate, she listened to Bran. She had to chew and swallow before she could speak. “A raven? No way. That’s cool.” She thought for a moment before she leaned forward a bit. “Are you a familiar?”

Teagan can’t help but laugh at how her words are phrased, grinning widely at the red-head. “That’s incredible. I’ve always admired people who always have a good talent for telekinesis. I’m working on my own skills in that area, to be honest. I do have a few little niches, that I’m good at but I really enjoy helping plants grow and elemental magic. I inherited a lot of different things too because my family has been setting up arranged marriages to families with other powerful magic users for years in hopes of stronger children. I tend to keep things low key though, unless things get dire. I’m mainly a green witch.” She beams back at the other woman. “It’s so nice to be able to talk about these things with someone who’s outside of my direct or extended family.”

She reaches for another donut and takes a bite, listening to Andy speak. “I’m guessing Mason is your father? He sounds like someone with a lot of worldly experience.” She smiles softly, thinking of a few of her own relatives who had lived for a couple hundred years and had just traveled for a few decades. “As I said, I’m sure she’d be glad to have you. She’s a nurturing type. Lives mostly on her own because she couldn’t deal with all of the dramatic shit that happens on the commune.” She gives a sheepish smile as she swear word slips out, knowing that her mamó would have a fit, hearing her talk like that in front of a stranger.

Bran also steals another donut, taking initiative from the other two women. “Yes. A raven.” He smiles a little bit. “I do occasionally miss my glossy black wings and flying once in a while, but being human isn’t bad at all. Longer lifespan.” He takes a bite, and chews for a moment, before glancing to Teagan at the question. “Not that I’m aware of. I mean, I do help around the shop and handle magical items, but I’m not certain if that counts?” He gives a small shrug.

Fred tilted his head, his eyes darken significantly, as he watched in awe how the young mortal before him drew energy from the elements around them and sent them toward the thug who tried to rob her. Not the usual mortal, after all, that girl. If he was a bit older, perhaps he should be able to sense it. But after all, he was but a young vampire. A young vampire without his maker, but a vampire nonetheless. He possessed a few Vampire Gifts, but not all of them were strong enough.

He remained where he was, watching the poor sod blinked and stared at the girl in confusion. The fella obviously expected the young roman to shake and burst into tears. Perhaps begging him not to do whatever he had in agenda. If he read the man correctly, he was planning more than just rob her money.

“I….I-I need money!” He heard the mortal stuttered a little. It appeared he would not leave unless he got at least (one of them) what he was here for this evening: “Gimme your money!”

Teagan can feel another pair of eyes on the two of them, and inwardly sighs. The air grows thicker with moisture, almost as though in response to her sigh. There’s the distant crack of thunder. Her nostrils flare in her irritation. Any other day, this would not have bothered her as much and she would have handed over her money, but for the simple fact that she’s severely jet-lagged, she isn’t in the mood to deal with any of this.

I really should be keeping up appearances in front of a stranger. No magick.

However, she feels the magick stirring in her blood, and starts to speak, almost without realizing it until the words have left her lips.

“Fás, mo chlann.”

She pauses, uncertain on whether to continue. The wind starts to pick up with the promise of the impending storm. However, the words have been spoken, and it’s too late to stop now. She continues to speak quickly in Irish Gaelic, her voice filled with low intensity. The pavement under the man’s feet starts to shift as the shoots of plants start pushing through the ground.

“…Bíodh amhlaidh.” She finishes before she grows silent for a moment, watching the uncertainty grow in his face after she started speaking intensely to him in an almost dead language. She uses the distraction to focus on the blade of the knife, ready to make his weapon turn white hot in his hands if the strange natural phenomena doesn’t frighten him off.

Teagan doesn’t take her eyes off the thug in front of her. She really should have been more careful using her magic in front of a stranger, but she’ll tell them that there’s a hidden camera and this was all staged for a movie, and with good luck, they’ll believe her. With even better luck, the person won’t have realized what they witnessed, and if they did, they will think they’re going mad. On the off chance that they do believe it, no one else will believe what they just saw. She shouldn’t have been so proud and just given him her wallet. Too late now to fix that.

I might have to dash as soon as I get the opportunity and hope he doesn’t recognize my face.

#fredbarrett #nijah

fuckyeahveronicavarlow

#The Druid

Andy couldn’t help but give a small laugh. “Powerful? Well, maybe, but I come by it honestly. My dad’s side had it for generations and my mom was a seer, if that tells you anything. I’m not the most powerful practitioner around,” she went on, thinking of Mason, “but I hold my own pretty well. It’s the reading thing that’s always been tricky for me. Happens a lot of times when I don’t want it to, and I feel it’s kind of intrusive to do it without some warning beforehand, or as an apology after the fact.” She shrugged.

“That is totally awesome.” Andy grinned a bit. “I lived in Ireland for about a month. My adopted dad moved us around every where and we didn’t stay for long, but ugh, I loved the people and the accents and the feel of the place. I’d love to go back. Maybe soon.”

Andy’s attention was finally drawn back to Bran. “What were you before you were human? Bird of some kind, right? You remind me of a bird.”

“It often runs in families. Particularly some of the most powerful magic users.” She gives a small smile, leaning her elbows on the table. “My family has very powerful blood too, going back for many generations. Not everyone in my family inherits it though. It’s a useful skill to have. And don’t feel bad about your gifts. We all have different ones, and some are harder to control than others. You can’t help it, really.” She finishes off her first donut and debates whether she wants a second one.

“Thank you. I don’t remember it very well. I was very young when we moved here to the States. I’m glad you were able to live there for a little while at least. There’s nowhere else like it. I go back a few times a year to celebrate a few of the important Sabbats with my family. Beltane and Samhain, usually. Though I’m going to Ireland for the Spring Equinox this year. I definitely hope that you make it back there someday. And, if you needed an inexpensive and nice place to stay, I have a great great Aunt who runs a Bed & Breakfast there. I’m sure she’d love to have you.”

Bran was reaching for another donut when Andy asks him a question. He blinks for a moment, unused to being asked questions about his origins. “I was a raven. Teagan was one of the people who took care of me when I came to her family with an injured wing. After they healed me, she continued to leave food out for me, and that’s how we became friends.” He rolls up his sleeve to show where there was a long jagged scar along his forearm.

Andy took a minute to lick some of the sticky glaze from her fingers. “I know people,” she said, smiling a little in Bran’s direction. “Even people who weren’t formally people. You have that aura. I just… went with it? I hope that’s not too weird. I know some people get touchy about things and it’s not like I was reading anyone on purpose.”

More or less finished with her share of the donuts, for now, she leaned back more in her seat. “Well, if that falls through, my offer still stands. It’s not a problem and you’re not intruding on my hospitality if I offer.”

Andy’s attention focused on Teagan for a long moment n she broke out into a smile. “Is that a touch of Ireland I hear in your voice?”

Bran’s eyes widen ever so slightly and he stares at Andy for a moment. Teagan just nods, and smiles widely. “It’s not too weird. Bran was definitely not a human a decade or so ago. My own magical experimentation when I was a child, and believe me when I said that I got into quite a lot of hot water over that. I don’t think he minds too much. At least, anytime any of my elders offers to change him back, he says no."

Teagan takes another bite of her donut, looking over Andy for a moment with appreciation. “You’re a very powerful magic user aren’t you? I got the sense when I saw you on the street that you were. It’s quite all right if you read us. Other than Bran’s origins we really don’t have anything to hide. Comes with having grown up with a lot of people around you all the time.”

She gives a light shake of her head but then her eyes soften. ‘I really do appreciate your kindness.”

As the other woman asks her if that’s a touch of Ireland in her voice, a large grins breaks across her face. “Why yes, it is. Good ear. My whole family is from County Kerry. I was born there, but moved to New York to live on a commune filled with Irish-American Druids when I was very young. A few of the elders out there still speak nothing but Gaeilge.”

It began to rain. And like all things Irish, it drizzled. Not sploshing, pouring, god-has-pour-down-a-bucket-full-of-water kind of rain. But small ones that gently covered the whole landscape under a thin veil. It might changed later. But right now, it was just drizzle. Fred did not mind any of them. He welcomed them, to be honest. It wasn’t like he was going to get sick anyway. Vampires don’t get sick from a rain. They get sick from bad blood. His clothing was fit and would not make him stand out in the eyes of the mortal, anyway. So he remained unfazed by the rain, but caste a few more lingering glance at his one-time house before looked away and toward the coming woman.

His supernatural sense had picked up her train of thoughts half a block away. He knew she was here for visit just like he was. She had relative somewhere in Ireland while he had….well, he did have some but they had never viewed him as one. That was nice, he guessed, to have someone to return to.

He began to moved. But almost instantly he sensed another shadow in the dark alley opposite side of the street. It was a mortal, a street thug. He was going to rob this girl. He frowned, staring at the oblivious girl who was smiling at the rain and debating if he should help. His hesitation last a second to long because by the time he moved, the man was already pulled out his knife launched himself at the young girl, pushing her against the wall and pressing the lade at her throat.

“Don’t move.” He heard the thug said in the raspy voice.

#fredbarrett #nijah #[He messed with the wrong person. x3]#[There. Right blog this time.]

Teagan closes her eyes after a moment, taking a deep breath of the scent of rain, feeling a sense of calm and composure wash over her. She gets the nagging feeling at the back of her mind that she’s being watched, and that there is danger. Opening her eyes, she turns, just as someone launches themselves at her.

Her eyes grow wide for a moment, and she feels the wind knocked out of her when her back is slammed against the wall. Letting out a small groan, she raises an eyebrow at the man when he tells her not to move. Her green eyes bore into his, even while the cold metal of the blade is pressed so dangerously close to his skin. A small hint of annoyance surges through her, and she’s really not fancying giving up any of the hard earned cash she made through her business up to this man.

“Mmm. Really can’t go anywhere right now with you pressing me against the wall like this. Surely we can discuss this like adults?”

The minute after he says it, she’s able to feel the frenetic energy pulsing from the man, a deadly cocktail of illegal drugs coursing through his brain, mixed with a plethora of psychological problems, resulting in addiction, paranoia, and therefore, she can tell it will be incredibly difficult to reason with him due to these issues. She can’t help the feeling the tiniest bit of sympathy for this poor soul. After all, with doctors overprescribing Vicodin nowadays, it led to so many more people getting addicted to it and having to turn to other cheaper and more dangerous drugs to get the same high.

Tentatively, she focuses on the air around them, the changing clouds in the atmosphere, feeling the earth under their feet aching for green things, for Spring. She closes her eyes, focusing on the sleeping weeds and vines underneath the soil under the soles of the man’s shoes, just waiting. They would be her allies if this got too out of hand. All that untapped potential is just waiting to be utilized.

“I would recommend you take your hands off me. Otherwise your day is about to get much worse. I am a pacifist by nature, but there’s a reason my people fought off the Romans for so many generations. Please, go in peace. I would rather not do you any harm if I can help it. ”

Andy made a wincing expression at the mention of hotels. “Good hotels? No. There’s two in town, and they’re both barely one star. If you like roaches and rats, there you go.”

She took another bite of her donut and chewed before she spoke. “You could stay at my place. Well,” she sighed and amended. “I don’t really live there, but I still lease the place and some of my shit’s there. There’s a guest room and a nice couch.” She picked apart another piece of donut. “Or maybe your friend could put you up? There’s a few good covens around. They take in people needing a place to temporarily stay. They’re great about it.”

Teagan grimaces lightly. “Not particularly. Had to deal with too many of those when I moved out to New York City in my first couple apartments.”

As Andy offers her to stay in her house. “Oh no no. That’s far too kind of you. I couldn’t intrude on your hospitality like that. I can definitely check with the coven, although, I’m not too sure if Bran would be too keen on that. He tends to be wary of strange magic users. I’m surprised he’s so comfortable around you.” She glances over at the raven-man, who takes another bite of his donut. “Probably because you gave him food right away.”

A small glint of amusement flits through her eyes as she watches him eat for a moment before taking another bite. “I’ll speak with my friend and see if she wouldn’t mind having me for a few days. I don’t think it will be a problem, though. Druid covens tend to be pretty easygoing and compassionate people. Part of the whole 7 years of studying the religion part, plus one of the goals of the religion is being kind and loving towards nature and your fellow man.”

As she grows more comfortable around Andy, there’s a slight hint of an accent. Not strong enough to really tell what it is, but hinting that she’s not originally from America because there’s something almost musical in the way she pronounces her words.

Andy picked off pieces of her donut, glancing toward Teagan. “That’s rough, but you can make the best of it. That’s all you can do in situations like this. I’d suggest taking a tour of town but if you look one way, then the other, you basically see it all.”

She popped a bite into her mouth and chewed. “Hell of a town though—pun intended. Night time is really the worst time though, if you’re new here… I get this feeling that you can handle yourself though, but the warning’s an old habit.”

She leaned back in her seat. “Do you have a place to stay? Or need a place to stay?’

“I always do make the best of things. It won’t be so bad. I came to visit an old family friend who lives with the druid coven here.” She smiles brightly at Andy, taking another bite of her donut. After taking a moment to chew the donut, taking another glance around the shop, she glances back to Andy.

“I wouldn’t know, but I’ll take your word for it. But I still appreciate the warning. I tend to be more of an early bird anyway. It comes from living on a farm most of my life, I suppose.” A small shrug accompanies her words with another one of her gentle smiles.

At Andy’s question, she lets her tongue trace her lower lip, thinking. “I was planning on staying at a hotel. Though the car does set me back a bit more than I had planned. Do you have any recommendations for good hotels?”

Bran takes this opportunity to nab another donut, watching both women out of the corner of his eye.

The house, once filled with blissful happiness and laughter, was dark now. The small kerchief garden at the front was overgrown. The paint on the wall was peeled and battered. The wrought iron gate leaded to the front steps of the house was half attached to the hinges. In the fading light, it really looked anything but warm. Thrusting his hands in the pockets of his worn denim jacket, he stood erect on the narrowed cubbled street.

Did I really spend my childhood here?

What really brought him back here, he did not know. He had spent so much time in his life to avoid this place. It was his most sacred ground, the all thing that was nice and sunny. There was once upon a time when he thought life was good and there was nothing could go wrong. When he walked out of this place last time, everything was wrong and he was about to descend into endless hell.

A chill wind blew. Jerking his mind away from the memory, he turned his head and was about to leave. In the distance, he could sense the small trickles of thoughts flowing down. Someone was here. A mortal. And he was too depress to even contemplating on feast on this one.

Perhaps he should move out of the way before the person was even turning at his street.

Teagan almost wishes sometimes that her parents had stayed in Ireland, certainly they hadn’t been anywhere near Dublin, but there was a magic here that couldn’t be quite explained. She also wishes she could remember those first few years outside Currow, Ireland, being raised on a farm with sheep and goats. She adored the commune out in the countryside of New York, but it just wasn’t the same.

She lets a hand reach out to grab a light post, swinging herself lightly on it for a moment. It’s very quiet on these streets tonight. Better to be alone with her thoughts. The partying crowd weren’t quite to her taste. Imagine that, an Irish girl who doesn’t like to party? Apparently she didn’t live up to the horrible stereotypes after all. Neither did most of her family.

As a strong gust of wind rips through her, and she has to wrap her arms around herself momentarily against the fog and the cold. Her green eyes narrow as she looks down the dark street, feeling like there is something out there in the night. There usually are odd sorts of supernatural beings in these big cities, but she usually has the sense to avoid whatever is in the vicinity. However, whatever this is, it’s uncomfortably close. Best to avoid whatever it is.

She crosses the street to avoid whatever is lurking out in the night when she feels a few drops of rain hit the top of her head. Looking up, she feels another droplet land on her cheek, and she can’t help but grin, almost forgetting about whatever it is that’s out in the night city. Almost.

I really hope it storms.

#fredbarrett #nijah

Andy took a bite from her donut, her eyes on Bran. She noticed that look. It was familiar. She’d seen Mason give her that look before. “Relax,” she told him, stepping around to take a seat. “I’m not going to take your donut. This is a safe zone.” She made a sweeping gesture with her arms. “This is a sanctuary. I guess.” She shrugged at that and continued eating.

She glanced over at Teagan, watching as she made her call. She remained quiet so as not to interrupt the call. One donut down, she reached for another.

Bran stares back as he takes a bite from his own donut. As she steps around him, he shifts in his seat, slightly uncomfortable, but after looking over at Teagan, and Andy speaks to him, he relaxes a little bit. He could sense this was a safe place. Plus, he knows that Teagan would never let anything happen to him here.

Teagan wraps up her phone conversation, before she says goodbye, and hangs up. With a soft sigh, she runs her fingers through her long black hair before she sits at the table next to Andy, reaching forward to take a chocolate covered donut.

“This is definitely something I planned on doing this vacation.” She lets out a small laugh, before taking a bite of the pastry.

#tarotcardsandnightmares #[She's not a lesbian buttttt she definitely likes women. A lot. So here ya go! x3]

tarotcardsandnightmares

Teagan was on her way back to NYC, the windows on her car rolled down and blasting Johnny Cash music out into the warm Spring air. She had taken a brief trip to the countryside. Her family had needed some help with some chores on the commune for the last week while her cousins were overseas for the last few weeks.

Needless to say, as much as she adored her family, she was more than ready to get back to her own space and her little magic shop. Her roommate Bran had stayed behind at the farm for a little while, and she was also glad to have him out of her hair.

That’s when she sees someone standing on the side of the road; a young woman. Better to see if she needed any help instead of some creep who would try to take advantage of her. Women have to stick together in situations like these. She slows down her car and rolls up beside the young woman, stopping her car. Lowering her glasses to get a better look at the other woman, she turns down her music and calls out to her.

“Are you stranded? Need a ride somewhere?”

@fredbarrett(nijah)

No matter how many times she returned to Ireland, Teagan is always amazed by how green and full of life it is. It makes something in her bones feel that much more alive, and she never feels more like herself than on these trips back to her family’s home country. It’s probably the magic in her blood knowing that she’s back in the country she was born in, able to sense the generations of druids who once lived on this Emerald Isle.

Did I really spend my childhood here?

A small sigh escapes her, as she exits the airport, listening to the sounds throughout the Dublin streets. It was on the opposite end of the country from where she was supposed to be, but she had wanted to spend a few days on her own, just exploring the city and all it had to offer. Usually she flew into Limerick or Kerry airport after getting a connecting flight from Dublin, but she wanted some time to herself before she met up with her family for the Spring Equinox. Besides, she could avoid all the drunken idiots in New York celebrating St. Patrick’s day tomorrow and how they were ‘Irish for the day!’. The whole idea and green beer made her roll her eyes.

But enough on that. She’s home, and that’s what matters at the moment. With this thought in mind, she starts walking down the quickly darkening streets, her long black hair bouncing with every step.

#fredbarrett #nijah #[You've been starter bombed!]#[Bwahahahaha.]#[Because I wanted more threads with you.]#[And give your new character some love.]

mistyxday

"Just keep an eye out. I always found some nice ones in thrift stores and the like. Never know what you might find in there.”

Misty said with a chuckle. They never had much when she was growing up, and that was always where they ended up when she needed clothes or shoes. Hand-me-downs and rescued clothing, and she always found a way to make it work.

“I’m not used t’the soil here yet. ‘m used to the muds and soils we had back home. Maybe by the time the spring comes back 'round, I can get it sorted.”

Misty gave the woman a nod, smiling a little as she was very friendly. Not something she was so used to all the way out here. “It’s a’right. It’s nice to meet you, Teagan. An’ I don’t mind the chatter, it’s all good.”