Whether I'm gonna curse you out or
Take you back to my house
Take you back to my house
Spying Danta running out from behind the tree—idiot—Flora breathed a small sigh of relief as the willow seemed to slump over. Recalling her dagger but keeping it in her hand just in fucking case, the Doubletake darts over to where her jaguar had been and plucks the ring off the ground before making her way toward the pair of ancients.
Or rather, the ancient and his very sad and wounded-looking dog.
"Fuck," She huffs, covering her mouth as the air around them seemed to turn violet. "How bad is it?" Flora, who wasn't a vet or an expert on ancients, had no fucking idea if blood or fire or whatever was meant to be pouring out of the ancient the way it was, if it hurt, or if this was just a thing that happened to them.
"I can heal him, if it's bad." She offers, glancing from the fyrhund to Danta and then back again.
Or rather, the ancient and his very sad and wounded-looking dog.
"Fuck," She huffs, covering her mouth as the air around them seemed to turn violet. "How bad is it?" Flora, who wasn't a vet or an expert on ancients, had no fucking idea if blood or fire or whatever was meant to be pouring out of the ancient the way it was, if it hurt, or if this was just a thing that happened to them.
"I can heal him, if it's bad." She offers, glancing from the fyrhund to Danta and then back again.
flora
I haven't decided yet
But I'm gonna get you back
But I'm gonna get you back
