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[ashy_succrotina]

It's... not such a bad thing. Sometimes.

[obedientlyi]

No.

It is just a place.

[ashy_succrotina]

{She is nervous, bringing her hand to her mouth. Grown-up, stranger. Her eyes peek out from underneath the veil of yellow hair.}

... Even... Even if its just a place to exist, good things can happen...

[obedientlyi]

[there's no malice here, just passive talk. his hood is drawn, though, but he doesn't speak very loudly--it gets a bit muffled.]

Through people. Not places.

[ashy_succrotina]

{His voice is quiet, which is soothing, but he is still a man, and a stranger on top of that. She teethes her nails.}

Places can be nice. Sometimes-- ...Usually nicer than people.

[obedientlyi]

Only by perception; there's no intent in a place for good or ill. Not without the roots of Falara.

[ashy_succrotina]

{She tilts her head a bit, hair falling from her shoulders.}

I-- I do not understand. Falara?

[obedientlyi]

The mothertree. She is place and person, supporting the world.

[ashy_succrotina]

{She stares quizzically, fingertips lingering by her lips.}

...Sounds like a heavy job.

{She isn't sure who to believe in this world of seasons and nature; Connie speaks as if her kin rule the world she lives in. This man claims it is his mother tree's baring. She isn't sure who she trusts with fate.}

[obedientlyi]

To us.