THORNS PRICK MY SKIN ☆ tanglewood visitor

DEAR FRIEND as you know,  your flowers are withering
your mother's gone insane, your leaves have drifted away.
but the clouds are clearing up
and i've come reveling, burning incandescently,
like a bastard on the burning sea.

YOU'RE JUST LIKE YOUR FATHER,
BURIED DEEP UNDER THE WATER.

Business as usual it would seem, Tanglewood at their gates, Aphra talking shit. The tigress approached slowly, having been walking by after finishing up a small hunting session by herself in the jungles, brought closer by the scent of Tanglewood. She recognized Sophiea, having only briefly met the other the other day during her little prank announcement in Tanglewood's town. The tigress perks her ears as she draws closer, listening quietly to the words exchanged. So Sophiea wanted to have a pen pal - she'd never tried such a thing before, and she's not so sure her writing skills are very good; her brother had always been much better at that. She mostly just sloppily scribbled ideas and doodles to write down plans, and that practice became even more apparent as she'd recently moved back to the captain's quarters, her desk just waiting to be filled with papers.

And, to be honest, she didn't know Sophiea all that well at the moment. She didn't know how truly trustworthy she may be as a Tanglewood member, but she'd also little reason to suspect anything of her as well. She would think about it to herself for a moment, standing next to Roan as they chatted. "Dunno how good 'll be at all that, but sure, we could write some letters."