Biiiiiiiiig Stretchies

Quill knew very well that Bramble would answer his question in the exact manner that she did. Of course she enjoyed being at The Hallows. This was her home. She was likely born here and had lived here all of her days. It was a nice thought. Quill couldn't imagine staying in a place that he didn't like, so Bramble having stayed all this time, it spoke loudly towards the comfort and homeyness of the place.

Bram led him through the garden and towards a less well worn passage. The teal marked fae ducked beneath an old gate and Quill followed suit, though less gracefully. A grimace pulled at his maw as he crouched, the action scrunching up the wounds on his neck and shoulder. It wasn't a pain that would kill him, but he did worry that he might be undoing his doctor's stitches.

Once within, Quill's mismatched gaze roamed over the space. It felt like a secret and Brambled admitted a moment later that very few came to this place. He nodded and moved forward to stand beside her, though his gaze was still drifting around the secret garden. "A lovely place," he admitted aloud, though his blue and pink eyes had come to rest upon the loveliest part of the garden; Bramble herself. The way that the sunlight sent shimmers of red and gold drifting over her earthen frame... she was breathtaking.

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