flora
Imagine if you could talk to me. Flora thinks, her voice as calm as if the pair were just having a chat on the phone. It wouldn't even have to be telepathy. I wonder if illusion magic could do it? As the queen had predicted, once the jaguar disappears, the crystal spider doesn't seem at all interested in fucking about with the golden ring that falls onto the hardpack soil. With a sound that would absolutely haunt Flora's dreams for the next few nights, it chitters before scuttling away.
As the queen slinks forward to collect her ring, Jack will feel the press of something against his mind once more, before it screams through his thoughts at the same moment several more trees buckle and fall. There's surprise in it coupled instantly by anger—an anger that is vocalized in a loud bellowing that shakes the trees.
—coming!
As the queen slinks forward to collect her ring, Jack will feel the press of something against his mind once more, before it screams through his thoughts at the same moment several more trees buckle and fall. There's surprise in it coupled instantly by anger—an anger that is vocalized in a loud bellowing that shakes the trees.
—coming!
I'm stupid but I'm clever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
I can make a shitshow look a whole lot like forever and ever
