the boy talk — p, beck

[Amaranth]

[align=center][div style="width: 450px;; text-align: justify"][size=8pt]It had been hours that Amaranth had been knocked out, enough time to drag her through the mud to Tanglewood, and by the time she'd woken up, she seemed to be tied or locked down by her back leg, and she let out a groan as the shackles rubbed painfully against her paw.

Blinking her eyes open, she glanced around - she seemed to be in a kind of Bunker, empty shelves on the walls indicated that something had been moved recently, likely supplies. Shifting herself to look around further, she heard a noise outside - maybe her movement indicated to a guard she was awake. Shit.

Amaranth weakly slumped against the ground again - she hoped her plants were okay, and that Khepri was safe. The last she'd seen of her beloved hermit crab, he'd jumped into the hands of Fish and then back to the plants. And god, Edgar would be worried sick. Tears started to stream down her face again - it hit her that nobody was going to look for her, worry about her. Edgar wouldn't stand a chance against Tanglewood and nobody would try and help him, either.

"Speech,"