Blueberries
Warning: Contains talk of abuse
Blueten slowly shook her head at that. Darach was Baya’s husband, and a hefty tower of a plant. She remembered enough of him during her first week to know you always heard him walk – he stomped. They’d have heard him.
“N-No?” Meritt chuckled. “Well whoever they are, I think they also keep the storage box filled s-so that’s nice. Don’t tell anyone but um, Baya gets kinda cranky if it’s empty. It is her house I guess…”
It was her house, and Blueten and Meritt were permanent guests in it. The home had several empty rooms available for any member to stay in if they felt they had nowhere to go. Blueten didn’t, not the way she was now. Meritt was likely the same. She figured he was a Nightmare Court rescue too, judging by how he moved: always shaking, flinching at small sounds, and giving cautious glances like he was anticipating an attack. Meritt jittered with an anxious energy -it was a look she was familiar with. She imagined she looked the same when her mask was off. Meritt would know, he was one of the only few who’d seen it.
Blueten looked at Meritt’s quivering bowl of blueberries, then her own, and carefully placed one into her mouth.
She tried not to worry about them after that, and spent the rest of her second week exploring the house. Meritt often accompanied her, a faithful shadow that hadn’t really left her side since she first arrived. He was her personal guide and medic of a sort. It was Meritt who regularly cleaned her wounds, made sure she ate… She didn’t mind, if anything she’d gotten too used to him, barely noticing his presence as she traversed Baya’s peculiar home.
And it very much was a peculiar home – a three floored wooden construct rotting apart out in the middle of the Wychmire Swamp. It was an odd residence for a sylvari, and signs pointed to it belonging to someone else long before – a human perhaps. It begged for exploration, but…
“Oh! Oh no! D-Don’t climb that!” Meritt cried after her when she attempted to climb the rickety staircase to the upper floor. “Baya and Darach sleep up there! You’re not allowed up there – no one but Baya and Darach are!”
“Oh no, p-please don’t touch that!” Meritt cried again when Blueten attempted to pry open a latch leading to the basement. She couldn’t open it anyway. It was locked. “You can’t go down there! N-No one goes down there.”
Apparently it was also Meritt’s job to make sure she didn’t go anywhere she wasn’t supposed to. She’d have resented him for it if he wasn’t so friendly.
“You really should just stick to the main floor.”
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