I HAVE LOVED THE STARS
too fondly to be fearful of the night
The swamp had provided a rich soil for his herbs and garden , and while he had toiled and worked hard to set up his home , he was not attached to the muddy waters of Terrastella . It had been a choice to pack up his plants and bags , and carefully peel himself away from the Dusk Court , to find himself among the Vagabonds once more , and not one that was lightly made . Wandering , perhaps , could do him some good for the future , and there could be a potential of his return , but for the moment , he had no reason to remain in the Court when things were so unsteady for him .
As it is , he's found a new place to temporarily settle in the lands of Ruris , along the outskirts of all the Courts . It isn't as nutrient dense as the swamp had been but it still sustains his plants , and that's all he truly needs . So Grimwyck had settled once more , this time with no loyalty , and a wandering in his bones still as he carefully picks weeds from the many plants that are still in fresh soil . He takes care to make sure that they're not damaged , that each one is unharmed , and settles in to moving the rocks back along the ring of the garden before he nods to himself once the weeds are cleared out , ears flicking back slightly.
Out here , he very much doubts there will be anyone to bother him , but if there is someone that comes by , perhaps he can offer them a cup of tea or a bit of help if they need it . At the moment , it's quiet , and he finds comfort in that compared to the hustle and bustle that's begun to pick up in every which way in every kingdom and Court so far . He's social , of course he is , but as of late , he hasn't felt all too secured on where he can be settled .
A witch is a witch , no matter where he is , and his past seems to haunt his every step . So he finds himself wandering for the sake of safety for himself at the moment . Much harder to pin down someone that is constantly on the move every so often and doesn't have a herd to identify him .
As it is , he's found a new place to temporarily settle in the lands of Ruris , along the outskirts of all the Courts . It isn't as nutrient dense as the swamp had been but it still sustains his plants , and that's all he truly needs . So Grimwyck had settled once more , this time with no loyalty , and a wandering in his bones still as he carefully picks weeds from the many plants that are still in fresh soil . He takes care to make sure that they're not damaged , that each one is unharmed , and settles in to moving the rocks back along the ring of the garden before he nods to himself once the weeds are cleared out , ears flicking back slightly.
Out here , he very much doubts there will be anyone to bother him , but if there is someone that comes by , perhaps he can offer them a cup of tea or a bit of help if they need it . At the moment , it's quiet , and he finds comfort in that compared to the hustle and bustle that's begun to pick up in every which way in every kingdom and Court so far . He's social , of course he is , but as of late , he hasn't felt all too secured on where he can be settled .
A witch is a witch , no matter where he is , and his past seems to haunt his every step . So he finds himself wandering for the sake of safety for himself at the moment . Much harder to pin down someone that is constantly on the move every so often and doesn't have a herd to identify him .
open to anyone
