three cheers for the croc in you

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.

After making the small decision that she may be a bit more laid-back and soak in the peace of things at the moment, the female had been flying atop the trees in the jungle, picking from various fruit trees she comes across and carrying them in a small basket. What she was going to use them for, she's not quite sure yet, but she's sure she'd figure something out that she could share with her crewmates. As she's finishing up, the female lands just outside of the edge of the rainforests, folding over her wings and shaking herself. She spots her aunt and cousin not so far away, along with a group of children running from the direction like they'd just witnessed a murder. Her ears are perked, curiosity growing.

The female approaches with her head held high, basket held around her neck. "What was all that 'bout?" the female would question Rosemary, gesturing to where the betas had run off to. It was not necessarily the craziest idea to think that maybe the female had spooked them off by her own fruition, seeing as her reputation as a skilled witch, and with how introverted she was. Still, the tigress thought it would be amusing to hear the full story, if she offered it.