Nute Warmbone likes the flowers in the grove.
Something she could never admit before, what with being the littlest since she was a cub at the fahrar up until being a centurion in blood legion. Because of that she’s had to prove herself to others from a young age as being fierce and fearless despite her size. Now that she’s established herself as not-to-be-messed-with, she’s more free to let go a little and appreciate seemingly unimportant things to military culture such as flowers.









