Evie
One man's hell is another's God
With two years time between her current life habits and her days of nomadic life, the journey is beginning to wear on her. She is envious of Attuned as of late, wishing she could sleep in an animal form instead of on the ground - no matter how high quality their pads and blankets, it is a far cry from her cozy bed.
Her mood lifts as soon as she is up and about, and only rises higher as Deimos presents her with an opportunity to educate. Hotaru may have taken over the Academy but it had once been her own dream, and teaching is still something she holds close to her heart. Expression far brighter now, she turns to her compatriots with her empty basket in hand. "Luckily they're easy to spot. The bushes are short with round green leaves, and the berries are a vivid yellow. They shouldn't be picked through because most animals assume them to be poisonous." Which would hopefully make this endeavor easier for all of them if the fruit are plentiful. "The bushes themselves don't grow together in groups though, so we'll have to wander around a bit." She is about to do just that when she pauses and bites her lip, heavily debating.
Should she tell them what happens if they eat them?
If she were not currently acting as Warden, Evie could say with certainty that she would just so happen to forget to warn them. But as it is technically her job, she sighs internally. "They're edible - and harmless - but the name has some vital context clues." There, good enough. Now maybe their curiosity would eat them alive and they'd be tempted to try - to Evie's amusement. Turning off into the brush, she begins hunting for a bush of her own to harvest from.
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Evie explains what to look for and then goes to hunt for her own bush!
Her mood lifts as soon as she is up and about, and only rises higher as Deimos presents her with an opportunity to educate. Hotaru may have taken over the Academy but it had once been her own dream, and teaching is still something she holds close to her heart. Expression far brighter now, she turns to her compatriots with her empty basket in hand. "Luckily they're easy to spot. The bushes are short with round green leaves, and the berries are a vivid yellow. They shouldn't be picked through because most animals assume them to be poisonous." Which would hopefully make this endeavor easier for all of them if the fruit are plentiful. "The bushes themselves don't grow together in groups though, so we'll have to wander around a bit." She is about to do just that when she pauses and bites her lip, heavily debating.
Should she tell them what happens if they eat them?
If she were not currently acting as Warden, Evie could say with certainty that she would just so happen to forget to warn them. But as it is technically her job, she sighs internally. "They're edible - and harmless - but the name has some vital context clues." There, good enough. Now maybe their curiosity would eat them alive and they'd be tempted to try - to Evie's amusement. Turning off into the brush, she begins hunting for a bush of her own to harvest from.
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Evie explains what to look for and then goes to hunt for her own bush!
It's all about perspective, a parallax
