flora
Gods but it was hot in the desert. While that might seem obvious and perhaps not as problematic for someone who lived in Torchline, the dry heat had Flora wanting to drown herself in the canteen of water that she'd brought and to compass-herself home ASAP. The only thing keeping her was the opportunity to do a bit of target practice without anyone judging her for how often she missed. After the debacle in the Greatwood, regardless of how well things had turned out, Flora's poor aim was something that weighed heavily on the queen's mind.
"Alright you weird little fucks." Watching a pair of vampire gourds levitate and begin to spin around one another, the queen sipped a breath of too-dry air and reached for one of her daggers. Given that the creatures didn't seem terribly quick or clever, there was no good reason for her aim to be anything other than completely accurate, and yet as she let her blade fly, it went singing past the floating vegetables (fruits?), landing harmlessly in the sand.
"Oh for fuck sake."
"Alright you weird little fucks." Watching a pair of vampire gourds levitate and begin to spin around one another, the queen sipped a breath of too-dry air and reached for one of her daggers. Given that the creatures didn't seem terribly quick or clever, there was no good reason for her aim to be anything other than completely accurate, and yet as she let her blade fly, it went singing past the floating vegetables (fruits?), landing harmlessly in the sand.
"Oh for fuck sake."
damn they don't make them like this anymore
