Open RP post for Rosie (Spindle's End)

[inasmithsyard]

Small spider weave on a silver sleeve
Oh weave your grey web nearer.
From a golden crown let your silk hang down
For lost, lost, lost is the wearer.

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[followthewolf]

He nods and absorbs her answer, nearly following it with a question about how long it's been since she saw another outsider, but he feels that she may have already answered that. For his part, he never planned on staying longer than he needs to. It's just that as directionless as he is, as lost, he's not overly anxious to head out on his own again. At least, not when the wolf seems so willing to trust their new friend.

When she mentions forgetting a magical place, his expression hardens, but his tone is still tentative when he continues. "Why would they hate it?"

[inasmithsyard]

"It's just that it takes adjustment, I think. We're all well used to the quirks of living here. Anyone who doesn't have a fairy to descale their kettles of magic has to grow a vine that can do the same, for instance, so they don't end up with something besides water in their teacups."

Rosie makes a face. "Pruning one of those is like going into battle; I've been taking care of our neighbor's dja vine since we moved into the wheelwright's house and Kat and Aunt's magic made it grow like crazy. I think I know how armies felt fighting fire wyrms all those years ago."