Hidden Depths

G e o r g i a McCullough "Sorry!" Georgia said quickly as he whirled around to face her. "I didn't mean to startle you." But better startled than writhing in agony, right? He seemed good natured, though, and Georgia relaxed visbily. Her smile was a little less forced as she stepped closer to the man to peer at the berries he'd been about to grab. "Not unless you want a blistered mouth and throat." She said, a bit lighthearted considering the topic at hand. "And, eventually, death." It was a horrible, painful way to go ... at least from what she'd been told by her grandmother. It wasn't something she wanted to witness, that much was for sure. She turned to face Remi as he introduced himself. "Georgia." She offered in return. "And no, I've lived here all my life." She took the time then to look the man over. By his own admission he was an outlander just as Tristan was, though he was decidedly smaller than the giant that had crushed her flowers. He seemed nice enough, if a little ill versed in the local flora, which was to be expected from someone new to the area. "What is it you're looking for?" She asked, turning to look around them at the abundance of plants. "Maybe I can help you find it. And if we can't find it here I might have it growing in my garden." "." ooc://

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