Inferna's pale form wove through the vibrant explosion of color in the Redbud forest, her wide eyes drinking in the scene around her with hues that mirrored the Nook. The forest was alive in a way she had never experienced before. Vivid pink blossoms blanketed the low shrubs and the slender redbud trees, their brightness stark against the charred remnants of what had come before. The air was warm and sweet with the scent of flowers, carrying an almost electric sense of renewal to the young wolfdog.

For a moment, Inferna paused, her usual guarded demeanor melting away. She tilted her head back, watching petals drift lazily to the ground. It was peaceful here, far removed from the ash-strewn slopes of Mount Volkan or the weight of Elysium's loss. It was hard to imagine a fire once tore through this place, leaving it a barren wasteland long before she was even born.

She padded forward with a bounce in her step, brushing past a cluster of blossoms, her curled tail swishing behind her. This forest felt like a promise - that destruction could give way to something new, something alive.

Inferna huffed softly, "I guess even burnt out trees can start over," she muttered, her gaze sweeping across the pink landscape. "Maybe I can too."

"Speech" - Thoughts

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Scylla found that she quite liked the Nook and all of its pretty petals. Kind of funny, really, considering how macabre she was with her creations and whatnot. Speaking of which, she'd placed one of her giant taxidermy totems at the border leading into her new territory. It looked more than a little out of place, so the striped woman had placed a few little blossoms here and there upon it. Eh... maybe she'd have to think of something else.

The Sovereign had been lounging in a pile of petals, considering how she might make her next monstrosity more befitting of the Nook when Woobie came and woofed lightly, alerting her that someone had crossed over the border. With a yawn and a stretch, Scylla rose and moved in that direction.

Mismatched eyes fell upon the form of Inferna, the girl that she'd met near the volcano. An invitation had been given and it seemed as though the pale child was taking her up on that offer. A smile stretched over Scylla's maw and she gave her head a little tilt. "Come to get that helmet fixed then?"

"Scylla Klein"