she hopes i’m cursed forever // o + return

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iota

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Lots of new faces had surfaced around the treacherous territories of Tanglewood since her arrival. Iota supposed she had been one of the luckier ones, having not been met with much hostility upon entering as well as avoiding as many traps as the marshlands would allow. New members of a family already growing exponentially; lost siblings, rogues, and everything in between found themselves joining the ranks of Tanglewood to serve the clan and to be a part of their tight-knit community.

more targets.

Iota shook her head at her inner demons, not surprised by their hostility to the new arrivals. She felt differently about the arrivals than her alter ego; she’d been ecstatic about meeting new faces, attempting to make connections to them, however small those were. Having constant social interactions weren’t her goal, it was maintaining a healthy relationship with those around her that was important to her. She’d been reserved to herself and her gardening aside from the few interactions she had with her clanmates, and she assured herself that they thought fondly of her.

Iota had been following closely behind Morgan, keeping watch on the borders for hostiles or more new faces. To her surprise, they found one... more or less. Morgan seemed like they’d already been acquainted with the rogue, as stoic as ever behind that ice-cold mask. Vigenere seemed different, however, like he’d been poised to attack the rogue.
“Valo-kas, huh?” She’d finally made herself known to the other Tanglers, assuming Morgan didn’t know of her following. “Name’s Iota, it’s a pleasure to meet a veteran clan member.” She bowed, respecting the presence of the unfamiliar creature.