Ebbie was very pleased with how Remi was handling this conversation. Either she had been taught how to deal with fae or her people had similar ways of interacting. It might be something to ask about later. For now it was good to have someone to accompany her that wasn't likely to do something to upset her.
Underneath the bark and vines, in Ebbie's core, she actually was a little worried herself. It had been very difficult to make any friends at all after she came to this island. Most people she tried to offer friendship to didn't seem to value it very much or she scared them away when she was upset by things they didn't understand were wrong to do or say. So there she was, in the woods, hoping not to scare away Remi. Not that she was likely to admit her worries. That would be giving someone a way to manipulate her.
Ebbie accepted the bag, using her vine to wrap around it and pull it back to her. She would remember this small gift even if it wasn't intended to be one. "These cannot be composted. They are filled with toxins that will leak out and kill the life in the soil," she explained while she bent down, using her hand to scoop the cigarette butts into the bag. She was careful not to actually touch them and seemed to be digging into the dirt around them to both shield herself and remove the contamination. "I am however, curious about your recycling here. I am not very used to dealing with unnatural materials and I believe you have been here longer than me?" She stood back up with the bag carried by one of her vines, noticeable brushing her hand one last time against the burn scar on the tree. "I was just walking loosely in this direction and planning to just see to any problems as I found them. You may follow me if you wish, but feel free to take charge if you notice something I do not." She then began slowly walking and her butterflies seemed to spread out further.
@Keen
Underneath the bark and vines, in Ebbie's core, she actually was a little worried herself. It had been very difficult to make any friends at all after she came to this island. Most people she tried to offer friendship to didn't seem to value it very much or she scared them away when she was upset by things they didn't understand were wrong to do or say. So there she was, in the woods, hoping not to scare away Remi. Not that she was likely to admit her worries. That would be giving someone a way to manipulate her.
Ebbie accepted the bag, using her vine to wrap around it and pull it back to her. She would remember this small gift even if it wasn't intended to be one. "These cannot be composted. They are filled with toxins that will leak out and kill the life in the soil," she explained while she bent down, using her hand to scoop the cigarette butts into the bag. She was careful not to actually touch them and seemed to be digging into the dirt around them to both shield herself and remove the contamination. "I am however, curious about your recycling here. I am not very used to dealing with unnatural materials and I believe you have been here longer than me?" She stood back up with the bag carried by one of her vines, noticeable brushing her hand one last time against the burn scar on the tree. "I was just walking loosely in this direction and planning to just see to any problems as I found them. You may follow me if you wish, but feel free to take charge if you notice something I do not." She then began slowly walking and her butterflies seemed to spread out further.
@Keen