Catch that gourd! {Seasonal Event}

ashe They may say, "You're too small, you're too young to do it all," But you're a giant on the inside. They may say, "It's not enough, leave your dreams collecting dust," But there's a fire that you can't hide. "I swear you drink more than I do." Ashe's voice was dry as she leaned back against the roots of a tree she'd found to settle in. The assassin frowned down at the kitten-sized spider that peaked out from beneath a gnarled root, little eyes gleaming up at her with a barely audible chittering. Fire-blue eyes rolled and she sighed, grabbing the bottle of wine beside her and leaning over to pour a small amount on the scrap of leather she'd laid on the ground. Soot made no further sound, but he stumbled on spindly legs to the little puddle of wine until it was half over the top of it, then lowered itself down to it. Ashe quirked a brow. "Shameless, you are." Ashe looked out at the little hidden oasis she had found herself in. The small waterfall was a gently splashing sound into the stunning water, the grass and trees smelled sweet - still so lush and green even in the midst of fall. Clad in all black and armed to the teeth beneath her blue cloak, the raven-haired girl was sorely out of place in such a peaceful spot. She didn’t belong, but she was getting pretty fucking tired of the multitudes of gray everywhere else. She raised the bottle of wine to her lips as she glanced down at Soot - did that little fuzzball nearly finish that already? - and she took a long drink herself. The bottle was still full, no doubt she'd have a comfortable buzz going in no time. What she had seen on that bridge… Ashe pursed her lips and swallowed past the constriction in her throat. Ashe blinked a few times and raised the bottle to her lips again. She was just tipping it back when movement at the edges if her vision caught her eye. Alarm bells pinged in her head, but she simply lowered the bottle and set it on the ground beside her. Slowly, without looking, she nudged Soot into her hand, raising him to her shoulder. He gave a small squeak of protest, but was interrupted by a hiccup that nearly knocked him off balance. The little spider clung to her shoulder as she slowly turned her head and … Is that a fucking pumpkin? The assassin furrowed her brow at the side of the lumbering gourd. She'd heard people talking about them in the time she was actually around them, but she assumed it was some silly superstition all these locals seemed to have. But.. real? She watched it come closer, and it looked…. Vicious. The raven-haired girl smoothly rose to her feet, leaving the wine and her satchel on the ground as she took a step towards the thing. Then it started moving fast for a pumpkin monster with no legs. She conceded a step as it approached and reached behind her back, and with a ring of steel Reckoning was unsheathed. She flipped it once in her hand and faced the rapidly approaching gourd, bending at the knees… then it was within striking range, that strange mouth gnashing towards her ankles. It was cut in two without even a blink from the assassin. She was just starting to lean down and examine it, but then there was more sound and movement, the same sounds and movement. Ashe looked up in time to see a hoard of bloodthirsty pumpkins closing in. ”What in the five hells…?” They were all coming at her, and with the first three that came, she sliced cleanly through them. Another two were exploded with short blasts of lightning. Soon the peaceful oasis was filled with Ashe's muttered cursing and the clamor of angry demon-gourds. Just as she kicked away one that got too close for comfort, she heard a squeak from her shoulder. She blinked and just barely caught sight of a spindly, fuzzy black spider fall from her shoulder. She barked a curse and reached for him, but he landed atop one of the gourds that was fleeing it's assault on her. ”Hey!” Ashe lunged forward to go after it, watching with something like horror as the violent gourd moved away with surprising speed, a drunk spider clinking desperately to its stem. ”Soot!” Ashe cut through gourds and made herself a path, but five hells, where were they all coming from? She charged after the one that held her spider, snarling curses about him being a clumsy fucking drunk. It had a head start, and she could only catch glimpses of it through roots and trees as it headed the direction of the water. Two more of the gourds she cut through as she darted after them. Ashe swung herself around a tree and kicked away another pumpkin that went for trying to take a chunk out of her leg, and - ”Fuck!” Ashe ran head on into the solid shape of someone, nearly toppling the both of them over. She retained her balance, but she flashed her eyes up to.. ”Kalt?” She glared at him, but she shook her head and shoved herself past him, her eyes just barely catching sight of the gourd that had her spider. ”Soot!” she cried. ”I have to-” Ashe didn't even finish her sentence before she shoved past Silver Wing, blue cloak billowing behind her as she cut through another gourd in her way.