Audrey had always believed that there was something magic about green.
Plant magic might not have been the most useful of her spells, but she loved it nonetheless. As soon as her mother had started her training, there was nothing she enjoyed so much as causing the single houseplant in their cramped apartment to grow leaves in different shapes, and sprout a wide variety of flowers, and at one point she'd even managed to successfully coax it into producing a watermelon.
As time went on, she fell even more in love with her favorite color, despite how rare it was to see it occurring on Skid Row. She knew it eventually wound up with her mother regretting allowing her to watch The Wizard of Oz. Despite wishing to be much more like the kind witch in a pretty dress, Audrey had also been quite disappointed when her mother had to explain multiple times that she was never going to develop green skin like the other witch in the movie.
When she neared the end of her training and it came time to craft her staff, Audrey didn't hesitate to select a bright green stone for the end, and the wooden part was soon covered with elegantly curling vines dotted with small flowers. Her mother's health had been fading then, and while Audrey still very much wished to please her, it was getting more and more clear by the day that she would soon have to figure out what kind of sorceress she was going to be all on her own.
It didn't take much experience with the real world to learn that not all green things were good. Greed, envy, and the lure of money could be powerful, and Audrey had seen them develop just as strong of a grip on people as any spell could. Skid Row seemed to have no shortage of people willing to turn on everything they loved just for the sake of wealth, as well as people who developed an incredibly callous attitude just because they managed to get the slightest bit better-off than others.
Even so, no matter how many unfortunate things she saw and unpleasant people she wound up entangled with, Audrey didn't think she would ever stop seeing green as something associated with peace and safety. After all, the existence of grass and trees was something so ancient that they certainly had a much stronger claim on the color. And despite spending her whole life stuck in the city, there were still places out there where people planted gardens and lived in houses surrounded by nice yards. Sure, she hadn't exactly seen such a place, at least outside of pictures in magazines or the sets created for a few of her favorite shows. But she had faith that places like those must really exist somewhere.
And even if she'd grown up surrounded by a lot of people who had never treated her kindly, there was still one guy who filled his basement with lots and lots of green, and who had never treated her with anything less than sweet understanding.
That one especially unusual plant of his, which turned out to be the reason she'd been healing up cuts on his fingers so often, would prove to be the clearest example she'd ever seen of something that was green but not good. It seemed to have a way of getting into people's heads, twisting thoughts around until it had you thoroughly ensnared within it's grasp. Out of all the horrible people she'd met, there was only one who might even compare to something that found that level of delight in cruelty.
But while Seymour might not be a mage, no one else had ever showed such bravery in facing down a much more powerful foe to make sure she was safe. And when she was looking at the ruins of a demolished shop, just about to start levitating rocks aside to search for him in spite of the fear of what she might find... spotting the faint glow of a green pendant suddenly made her sure that no other color could ever be more wonderful to see.