[They're quickly approaching her home. The outline of it should be familiar to Henry but instead of a beautiful and peaceful front garden, it's overrun by dry grass and overgrown weeds, dandelions, and the walls are covered in vines. There is a severe lack of color with no flowers in sight. The neglect creates a heavy and sad atmosphere, very unlike the home that Amelia currently has, where her magic and mystery will shape it into a place of intrigue and comfort.
Memory-Amelia pushes the front gate open with her foot and walks up to the front door before pausing and frowning. The sound of digging can be heard faintly around the corner of the house. The young (looking) girl frowns and circles back to the source of the noise.]
Briar? What are you doing back here?
[The mysterious existence looks up at Amelia with clear eyes, blinking in confusion before lighting up with a smile.]
"Oh! Hi Amelia. Welcome home!"
["Briar" has a beautiful and youthful smile. His hair was long and tied back into a ponytail and though its hue could be read as blonde, there was a yellow-green shine in the sunlight, not unlike a spring leaf. Though he looked human, his presence was very "other" even in the witch's memories.
That mysteriousness is probably moot since the knees of his trousers are covered in grass stains and his hands and nails are caked with dirt. There's even a streak of dirt on his cheek, though it doesn't mar his looks He has a small shovel in his hand and a bunch of weeds in the other.
Memory-Amelia looks down at him irately.]
... Are you trying to weed the garden? [Briar nods, beaming.]
"Yeah! And... Oh! You have a friend with you!"
[He notices Henry of course and instead of caution or rightful suspicion about a strange lanky man following Amelia home... He waves at Henry.]
"Hello! You're the first visitor we've had in a while! Sorry, the garden isn't ready."
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Memory-Amelia pushes the front gate open with her foot and walks up to the front door before pausing and frowning. The sound of digging can be heard faintly around the corner of the house. The young (looking) girl frowns and circles back to the source of the noise.]
Briar? What are you doing back here?
[The mysterious existence looks up at Amelia with clear eyes, blinking in confusion before lighting up with a smile.]
["Briar" has a beautiful and youthful smile. His hair was long and tied back into a ponytail and though its hue could be read as blonde, there was a yellow-green shine in the sunlight, not unlike a spring leaf. Though he looked human, his presence was very "other" even in the witch's memories.
That mysteriousness is probably moot since the knees of his trousers are covered in grass stains and his hands and nails are caked with dirt. There's even a streak of dirt on his cheek, though it doesn't mar his looks He has a small shovel in his hand and a bunch of weeds in the other.
Memory-Amelia looks down at him irately.]
... Are you trying to weed the garden? [Briar nods, beaming.]
[He notices Henry of course and instead of caution or rightful suspicion about a strange lanky man following Amelia home... He waves at Henry.]