flora
With Spice on her shoulder, the little dragon breathed small clouds of frozen mist against her shoulders and neck to keep her cool. Dressed for the oppressive heat, the desert perpetually felt like Torchline during LongHeat, the queen fanned herself with a paper fan painted with a cheerful tropical coastline as she tried to find any amount of shade within which to watch the beasts as they ambled about.
"What's that?" She whispered to her companion, nosing toward the orb that two of the creatures appeared to be using as some sort of soccer ball between them. "Think you could dart in and snag it?" Lifting her eyebrows she's quick to add, "—safely?"
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you







