“Hey! This thing is tryna drain me dry!” It was almost devastating to a point, how even simple bugs were a threat to the tine fae. While she was bigger than a mosquito, they were big enough to her tiny size that it would be akin to being stabbed with a rapier. Shooting right past the stranger, Notte finds herself a small crevice in the tree where she could comfortably hide from the mosquito. Where it wouldn’t be smart enough to go around the stranger, and instead go for her itself.
( @not-a-rogue )











