*A pink blob of magic floats over to you, humming to himself. Green. The magic is like Uranium but not rotten.*
Oh! Hi! Hi! Wi-ild?
*He's... not quite correct about who you are but he recognizes your magic a little. But... Not Wild...*
No... No Wi-ild... hi!
- @luherooflegend
*Twig is in her garden, trying to distract herself from her cycling thoughts of overthinking when she senses your magic. She tenses up, only for a moment, until she looks up at you, seeing a familiar pink cloudy. She stands, greeting you with a strained smile.*
Green, Goddesses you... You scared me a little.
*She laughs awkwardly, scratching the back of her head.*
No, not Wild. Similar, though. I'm Twig.

















