A greenish white slug-thing is crawling up Chrystanthos’ leg, its many frills tickling their leg slightly. It leaves behind a trail of sticky goo. So joyous and oblivious!
-🌊🐌
*The flower servant shudders at the feeling, gaze immediately snapping towards the source and as carefully as possible... Pulling the slug off their leg and looking at it.*
Huh... Are you supposed to be here? You're a little weird...
*They aren't quite sure what to do with the creature, so they temporarily just hold it in their hands as they wandered the dirt street they were on.*











