[Seasonal Event] For Gourd's Sake

Gods above, the gourds were everywhere. In fact, they had become so common that Sarya was sure she would never manage to remove all of the innards from the bottom of her boots. It made her quite irritable. She loved her boots, and they were tailor-made for her needs, with hidden sheaths sewn into the sides for her knives. "If you bloody demons ruin these boots..." She left the threat unfinished, grunting as she punted a new attacker away. At least there didn't seem to be as many now as they had been before. The gourd Sarya had kicked smashed into a tree, exploding into pieces. Slimy orange goo stuck to the bark. Seething, the woman stalked to the tree, examining the remains of the gourd. "Good riddance," she muttered, considering her handiwork. The gourd was a mess. She hated this, the brutal killing. There was no skill to it, no art. All it took was a little muscle. She missed her days as an assassin. Tracking and killing humans without leaving a trace took skill. The innards stuck to the tree caught her eye; there were round, flat seeds in the goo. "Hmm." Carefully, she scraped the slime off the tree and checked around its base to see if any large pieces of gourd remained. Her lip curled as she handled the gourd's guts, carefully picking out the seeds. She remembered eating pumpkin seeds as a child. Perhaps, if she could find a way to cook them, these would be okay too. text. "talk" Sarya Daemenor so the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing