@aidulcex || sought the griffin { ♛ }
❝ Aiyanna! Oh, look at what I’ve got !! ❞
Large gusts of wind blow against the tops of trees and the luscious grass beneath Lulubelle’s wingspan, which remains wipe even in her hybrid form. She was much too eager to get going and, thus, left her in an incomplete transformation. Feathery plumes line cheeks with rough, rugged claws in place of gentle hands. Within those talons are a select few light brown bags, patched together and worn almost like that of a seed pouch. As she settles on the ground, the animal features disappear and revert back to the way they were before without a second thought. Clearly she was too excited to be wary of the form she chose to take to bring the large pouches over .
❝ They were trying to use this as confetti!! Can you believe that? ❞ At first it is disbelief, then shock. The griffin cycles through emotions like seasons as she pulls the string of one open to expose its content. Within them are small, tiny seeds ─ likely those of flowers. She had heard of rice being thrown at weddings, but seeds at parties was a bit too farfetched even for her. Though she had arranged flowers in her lifetime, she knew very little about growing them. Thoughts run wild as the possibilities of what they could be swarm through her mind. ❝ I made them some real confetti and they let me take these with me. You can grow them here in the forest, right ? ❞
Much like a kid at a party, light green eyes shine with wonder as fingers tug the opened bag closed again. One could only imagine the amount of empty greenery such a number of seeds would be able to cover. Perhaps they could make some drab part of the world beautiful again. It was something that was simply too exciting for her to pass up .
