Jun 28, 2020
It was beginning to be a long night for the queen—first addressing everyone she trapped in her realm, her fight with Leopold, being surrounded by War, Death, and now the Unseelie Queen. The copious amounts of summer wine that was now within Cirilla did much to dull those memories, allowing her to focus on the lightness in her mind. She needed the distraction. So when she stumbled on some poor drunk fool talking to a plant, she smiled. With a flick of her wrist, the plant sprang to life, its leaves twisting into a lion’s mane and letting out a terrifying roar. ( closed starter for @kosmoreyes )