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... for the Home Sweet Home Assignment.

//so late.

But aside from the fact that I haven't been RP-ing much LOL I have no idea what's happening on the island so... just did my best to choose a very nondescript shelter in a very nondescript location. Made from a lot of plants that Fiore basically managed coax into growing closer and unnaturally strong vines holding them in place and kind of woven into a nest/net for her to stay in. Fairly high off of the ground.

Will probably edit later once I'm more awake. mrgh. Environment painting is a pain.

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The Nestling

Fi did her best to explain everything that had happened logically to herself, yet, as the days whiled away, she couldn't help but to try to wrap her mind around the incident, again and again.

"We were rescued," she whispered as she watched the shimmering ocean just beyond the treetops, trying to convince herself that was what had happened.

The young rookie was lost, and quite frightened. Where was Sev? Where was everyone else? After hearing some growling noises coming from the dark, some instinct drove her into the treetops despite her natural inclination to stay close to the ground. She feared that her sweet scent - a curse more often than not - would draw unwanted predators towards her. After the initial feast people had largely wandered off, but she waited, like a lost puppy, for her partner to come find her, to pick her up. Deep down, she knew that there was no beacon to lead Sev to her. After all, their Bond was newly forged and they were still getting used to each other when they had been hurried off of the base. In the chaos, she had lost track of her and simply curled up in her little bunk, shivering from the strangeness of metal and the unfriendly, salty water of the ocean.

And then, by some strange, inexplicable magical portal, all of them ended up here. She had gone through the last few days - or had it been weeks? - in a daze, shocked from the change in the environment. She sensed that she was changing, for her body had to adapt. As a plant demon, she was probably more sensitive than most to the tropical climate. So she climbed to the top of the trees and coaxed a nest out of unfamiliar plants who seemed to revel in her touch and waited.

Description

... for the Home Sweet Home Assignment.

//so late.

But aside from the fact that I haven't been RP-ing much LOL I have no idea what's happening on the island so... just did my best to choose a very nondescript shelter in a very nondescript location. Made from a lot of plants that Fiore basically managed coax into growing closer and unnaturally strong vines holding them in place and kind of woven into a nest/net for her to stay in. Fairly high off of the ground.

Will probably edit later once I'm more awake. mrgh. Environment painting is a pain.

Details here: [link]
The Nestling

Fi did her best to explain everything that had happened logically to herself, yet, as the days whiled away, she couldn't help but to try to wrap her mind around the incident, again and again.

"We were rescued," she whispered as she watched the shimmering ocean just beyond the treetops, trying to convince herself that was what had happened.

The young rookie was lost, and quite frightened. Where was Sev? Where was everyone else? After hearing some growling noises coming from the dark, some instinct drove her into the treetops despite her natural inclination to stay close to the ground. She feared that her sweet scent - a curse more often than not - would draw unwanted predators towards her. After the initial feast people had largely wandered off, but she waited, like a lost puppy, for her partner to come find her, to pick her up. Deep down, she knew that there was no beacon to lead Sev to her. After all, their Bond was newly forged and they were still getting used to each other when they had been hurried off of the base. In the chaos, she had lost track of her and simply curled up in her little bunk, shivering from the strangeness of metal and the unfriendly, salty water of the ocean.

And then, by some strange, inexplicable magical portal, all of them ended up here. She had gone through the last few days - or had it been weeks? - in a daze, shocked from the change in the environment. She sensed that she was changing, for her body had to adapt. As a plant demon, she was probably more sensitive than most to the tropical climate. So she climbed to the top of the trees and coaxed a nest out of unfamiliar plants who seemed to revel in her touch and waited.