Haunted Wood Toxicity

She let a low chuckle come to life in her throat. Crossing one leg over the other, she got comfortable. "Don't you worry. I am always watching." Tzila was known to lurk, spying on the others from the comfort of her shadows. She liked to think that the art of stealth came naturally to her. But there was always room for improvement. 

"An alias perhaps, but a most memorable one." She agreed, saying it in such a way that she didn't judge it as a bad thing. Sometimes different was good. And speaking of different... She was incredibly curious of the crown of dogwood on his head. Wanted to inspect it like a new toy. But refrained, opting to stay in her spot. Her toes flexed and she shivered whilst feeling the satisfying pop of their individual joints. She soaked up his compliment like a sponge, tipping her head to the side as if to amplify her angular features. "Very far. From a distant coastline." A scowl morphed onto her face at the memory. "It was too bright there...too open..." She uttered, giving him a clue to her likened nature of the dark.