Go
deep throat
a cactus
The Wraith nods, acknowledging his thanks but says nothing in return, unaware of the chaos they’re going to wreak at this very same tree only a short time later.
Amun Arlun? A foreign name, for sure - and by his own admittance. She takes a minute to wipe her claws free of dirt and then sheathes them in her knuckles again before offering a hand in greeting. “Wessex Theskyra.” And yes, he is technically at her service, but he doesn’t need to know that yet. Sitting back on her heels, the blonde woman looks from the pair of roses to the tree and then to the sky. “They’re magical roses. From Vi, Caido’s God of Life. So he’s probably done something to them,” she muses aloud. “Especially if even Ascended are compelled to plant them.”
Amun Arlun? A foreign name, for sure - and by his own admittance. She takes a minute to wipe her claws free of dirt and then sheathes them in her knuckles again before offering a hand in greeting. “Wessex Theskyra.” And yes, he is technically at her service, but he doesn’t need to know that yet. Sitting back on her heels, the blonde woman looks from the pair of roses to the tree and then to the sky. “They’re magical roses. From Vi, Caido’s God of Life. So he’s probably done something to them,” she muses aloud. “Especially if even Ascended are compelled to plant them.”
