LILY
oh, cover your crystal eyes
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
and let your colors bleed and blend with mine
Unwilling to always do Jigano’s bidding and follow his instructions, Lily struck out on her own idea and is, well, struck for her attempts. With a slight yowl of pain as a hoof hits her ribs, she side-hops and tries to evade any other flailings. Alas, the deer seems to be having none of it and though she doubts singing would have calmed it either, the entertainer is nevertheless noticeably a bit disappointed.
Shifting back to her human form, she sighs to herself and places a hand on her ribs, pressing gently to determine the extent of the strike and finds that it’ll probably just be a bruise - nothing cracked, just tender to the touch. Breathing still a-ok. “Oh well... at least we tried,” she offers to Jigano with a small shrug, and then turns to the newly vacated bed of snow moss and begins to pull at the plant.
