walk me home in the dead of night
As if wine spiders weren't enough, apparently the turn of the season had brought with it arachnids of another sort. Unbeknownst to Flora, the infestation would grow worse as the season gained momentum, but for now it was at a level which was annoying, but manageable. To that end, Spice was both using the strands of incredibly strong silk both as a trapeze artist might use a highline, and then when she grew bored of that she was practicing her aerial attacks on the unsuspecting spiders. This Flora watched with affection and amusement before pouring herself a relatively weak drink if only because the task at hand required the utmost focus.
Hunched over one of the tables, Flora had multiple letters scattered around her. She also had various pens and inks, papers of varying quality and thickness, and a number of botanicals that smelled primarily of juniper and copper.
Hunched over one of the tables, Flora had multiple letters scattered around her. She also had various pens and inks, papers of varying quality and thickness, and a number of botanicals that smelled primarily of juniper and copper.
