[Allura is already growing restless upon her return here. It's still difficult to wrap her head around the opportunity for respite, but also not wanting to bother others for want of things to do. So she's wandering the outskirts of the Temple, dressed down in her underarmour in case she decides to visit the training grounds to let out some of her pent up energy, Platt hitching a ride on her shoulder to keep her company.
She pays little mind to Maes who seems to be doing his own thing, but upon what he says she looks up from her mind-conversation with her mouse companion, glancing from the older man to the forest in question.
Ah. Things...certainly do seem to be getting worse in terms of plantlife.
Pausing from her walk, she moves to join the stranger, clasping her hands behind her.]
It is incredibly troubling for the Temple to be in such a state.
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She pays little mind to Maes who seems to be doing his own thing, but upon what he says she looks up from her mind-conversation with her mouse companion, glancing from the older man to the forest in question.
Ah. Things...certainly do seem to be getting worse in terms of plantlife.
Pausing from her walk, she moves to join the stranger, clasping her hands behind her.]
It is incredibly troubling for the Temple to be in such a state.