flora
"I know, gross right?" Wrinkling her nose and imagining suddenly Deimos drinking a cocktail with the rim lined with a glowing black slice of pineapple had Flora snickering to herself. "Cool, cool. Are you guys going to, like, have some sort of protocol, or...?" Cringing slightly, the queen tilted her head. "I just mean that people who are infected don't seem, like, inherently dangerous to those around them, but if it was me, I dunno if I'd just want them walking into my region unannounced, you know?"
Folding her arms comfortably across her chest and watching the peryton's explorations, the queen smiled proudly. "Thanks." She trilled, clearly sounding pleased. "With Starfall just right there and Stormbreak looming over us it seemed like a good idea. I think people are annoyed at the work though, so I'm glad this is the last one." She admits with a shrug, if only because Deimos could likely understand exactly the problem she was describing.
"Mm? Nah. That's demigod stuff." Or, demigod and Deimos stuff, rather.
Folding her arms comfortably across her chest and watching the peryton's explorations, the queen smiled proudly. "Thanks." She trilled, clearly sounding pleased. "With Starfall just right there and Stormbreak looming over us it seemed like a good idea. I think people are annoyed at the work though, so I'm glad this is the last one." She admits with a shrug, if only because Deimos could likely understand exactly the problem she was describing.
"Mm? Nah. That's demigod stuff." Or, demigod and Deimos stuff, rather.
damn they don't make them like this anymore
