@herwrath
F E A R is not an unexpected emotion to wash over him upon noticing her presence. he wonders if it was her or her gracious host that burned a plot of his flowers not long ago. she is the only one who would have done so, after all. trees and fire never got along proper to begin with.
❛ w r a t h i a . . . ❜ he mumbles. he towers over a curling green bush, plucking blood red berries from their leaves for a new paint palette. ❛ i remember you. ❜ how could he forget? she never did like his flowers.











