we cannot become what we want to be by remaining what we are
"Hey- don't just smash them!"
Once a veritable villain of the vegetables, the Angel who alights onto asphalt near Ronin is far more passive toward the pumpkins, pursuing peace instead of pulverization - a guardian of gourds, as it were. Or so she tries to be, though the surging sea of mangy melons makes for mangled messes even she regards as rather repugnant. Delicately she dances through the destruction, cringing as bare feet settle on slippery seeds, until at last the angel alights upon the street at the suave Star's side.
She pushes out with a bare foot, gently shoving a particularly tenacious and toothy tuber off the stoop. Reaching out with Attuned senses, she attempts to proffer some mental parlay to the precocious pumpkin. "There's got to be something they want - a way to get rid of them without killing them. Or making a mess." Amalia frowns down at the gourd, who now gnaws ineffectually upon her toes, before glancing back to Ronin with a half distracted: "Oh, right- hi."
Once a veritable villain of the vegetables, the Angel who alights onto asphalt near Ronin is far more passive toward the pumpkins, pursuing peace instead of pulverization - a guardian of gourds, as it were. Or so she tries to be, though the surging sea of mangy melons makes for mangled messes even she regards as rather repugnant. Delicately she dances through the destruction, cringing as bare feet settle on slippery seeds, until at last the angel alights upon the street at the suave Star's side.
She pushes out with a bare foot, gently shoving a particularly tenacious and toothy tuber off the stoop. Reaching out with Attuned senses, she attempts to proffer some mental parlay to the precocious pumpkin. "There's got to be something they want - a way to get rid of them without killing them. Or making a mess." Amalia frowns down at the gourd, who now gnaws ineffectually upon her toes, before glancing back to Ronin with a half distracted: "Oh, right- hi."
Amalia
