Flora
Lifting her head at the commotion—luckily for anyone watching it probably seemed as though Danta and his fiery pet dog were just fucking about—Flora jogs in their direction, grinning at Danta as she nears. Wot's all this then? "Careful you goof." The queen chuckles to Asta, one of her hands reaching forward to stop him before pausing and pulling back; he certainly seemed like he was made of molten rock and lava, so perhaps patting him wasn't the best idea.
"These boxes aren't that strong." She explains. "The ones more out in the open are, but these hidden ones aren't." Asta's claws might not have done shit against the orb, but he'd crush this box if he wasn't careful.
Twisting, Flora takes off her bag and sets it down before pulling out a few shards of obsidian. "I don't know how careful you can be in that shift..." She murmurs to Asta, before her eyes flick up to Danta. "But we need to shave these down into as thin of pieces as we can."
Lets make the pieces as thin as possible!
"These boxes aren't that strong." She explains. "The ones more out in the open are, but these hidden ones aren't." Asta's claws might not have done shit against the orb, but he'd crush this box if he wasn't careful.
Twisting, Flora takes off her bag and sets it down before pulling out a few shards of obsidian. "I don't know how careful you can be in that shift..." She murmurs to Asta, before her eyes flick up to Danta. "But we need to shave these down into as thin of pieces as we can."
Lets make the pieces as thin as possible!
I trace the evidence, make it make some sense
why the wound is still bleedin'
why the wound is still bleedin'
Code stolen from Queen Sky
