[open] in this world there's real and make believe

[Fern]

fern. The plant magicians had been good tutors.  For that, Fern would forever be indebted to them. But now that she’d mastered her abilities, she found that this mastery didn’t bring with it the purpose she’d hoped. So she’d taken to a nomadic lifestyle - giving back to the earth the gifts it had given to her.  Vigilante gardening, basically.  She healed patches of blight and disease when she found them.  When she areas of particular beauty best left undisturbed and untainted, she surrounded them with thorns and other unpleasant surprises.  It wasn’t much, but it suited her for the time being. She’d never been one who’d been tied to any place or any person for long. But some things certainly hadn’t changed. Her coat was still dirt-smudged. Her mane and tail still hopelessly tangled. Only now she’d been able to adorn said matted tresses with vines and flowers.  She wasn’t sure if that was an improvement, but she liked it and honestly, that’s all that mattered at the end of the day. She let out a soft huff as she took stock of her surroundings. She wasn’t sure why she’d come to the Field of all places. She hadn’t even come here prior to showing up in Tephra - preferring to just show up on the border than wait for a formal invitation. Nevertheless, here she stood. Her attention was drawn to a young girl streaking across the field. That was certainly enough to capture one’s attention. Fern certainly wasn’t going to lecture the girl on being out here alone, seeing as she raised herself. But she felt compelled to check on the girl nonetheless - a new and strange impulse. She draws to a halt near the girl, wondering idly if she was running from something of looking for someone. ”Are you lost?” Fern asks, rather bluntly, but there’s an edge of concern in her voice too.  Fern had never in her life been maternal, but the sight of one so young in a place like this put her insides on edge. ”I’m Fern.”

 

@[Asena]