Flames of Fury with a Flutter of Freedom
@themaskedswordsmen
@evergreenempressdaphodyl
Darn it, she lost sight of him!
Lillian wasnât expect Dark to move as fast as he did. He and his clones were nothing but blurs at this point to her, and the growing fire wasnât making things any easier.
The ghost began to panic. She hadnât expected to be frightened by the fire, being incoporeal and all, but just the sight of it everywhere was terrifying. Not to mention, Petal was somewhere in the middle of this! Her hands went to her head, clutching it tightly as she tried to keep herself together.
He said go outside if she lost him, right? Right. Go outside. Maybe ten minutes had passed. Maybe their backup was here⊠Out she went, hands covering her eye as she floating through walls. It took everything in her not to scream. Daphodyl would certainly find out she hadnât left, and then she might find Dark!
With one hand over her eye and the other covering her mouth, the ghost floated there terrified as she waited for Morpho. Stay calm stay calm stay calm-
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Meanwhile, Petal was hugging Daphodylâs side. There was smoke, and Miss Daphodyl looked incredibly worried! What was happening? Was there an accident in the kitchen?
{đș} - Miss Daphodyl, whatâs happening?!
As much as Petal was hugging Daphodylâs side, Daphodyl was also holding Petal close and tightly as she tried to find where she had put her so-called last resort. You know how you can hide something in such an obscure place that youâre sure no one could ever find it, but then when you try to look for it yourself, you canât find it either because you didnât think to give yourself a hint? Thatâs the kind of stress our poor empress has put herself under, except instead of being something like a birthday present, itâs a fruit containing unspeakable power.
While Hana sounds the alarm, presumably, and the Elite Daphodees do what theyâre supposed to do in an emergency like this-- ...wait. There were never any drills for this sort of thing. Nobody knows what theyâre supposed to do. That would explain how many daphodees are just running around the halls like chickens with their heads cut off. Ugh. Just one more thing slowing her down... She should have thought these sort of things through before starting an empire.
âDonât worry, Petal,â she muttered a non answer to her most powerful child warrior, âIâll get us out.â Feeling the walls for some kind of signature she could have left for herself, she internally cursed her own lack of foresight. She wouldnât have put it somewhere obvious, like in some kind of secret space under her throne, right? No, sheâs got to be smarter than that! She knows the tropes!
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Daphodyl heads towards the throne room with Petal in hand, despite the smoke growing thicker and thicker. Just to be sure.

















