flora
On one of her final pilgrimages of the season (she hoped at least, because gods it was a dull thing to do), Flora had just left the boneyard when she'd come across a rather adorable-looking gourd. With Fangorn as her only real encounter with gourds, vampire or otherwise, she'd squatted down to pet the thing, only to have it try and take a chomp out of her hand, subsequently making off with the signet ring
"Oh no you don't!" Hot on the gourd's heels come Torchline's queen, a feather dagger already in one hand and another protruding harmlessly out of the sand. Flushed and looking quite furious, it takes a moment for Flora's gaze to register that she and the gourd were no longer alone.
"It took my ring!" She yells at Danta, pointing with her dagger toward the gourd before flinging the blade at it.
"Oh no you don't!" Hot on the gourd's heels come Torchline's queen, a feather dagger already in one hand and another protruding harmlessly out of the sand. Flushed and looking quite furious, it takes a moment for Flora's gaze to register that she and the gourd were no longer alone.
"It took my ring!" She yells at Danta, pointing with her dagger toward the gourd before flinging the blade at it.
My house of stone, your ivy grows
And now I'm covered in you
And now I'm covered in you
