Yesteryear feels a little bit like home, save for the fact that Yggdrasil is not its guardian— which suits her just fine in the moment. She’s content to just idle and pretend to be one of its denizens, slinking about the ruins and through the forest. Adding to her seed bank is a bonus.
She’s gotten too complacent, no longer as anxious to leave Spirale as the humdrum of idle existence just… goes on. Cradled on the boughs in plain sight, she dozes without a care in the world— and slips from her perch, landing in a graceless heap.
At least her head-sprout wasn’t crushed in the fall. Her dignity, not so much— she lazily rights herself and owlishly peers at the stranger who witnessed her fall.
— @brigidpride ❀ s.c. - accepting!