#rosemaster01

[almondslicer]

nomorethorns

     Whilst venturing into the very bowels of the city could b considered a daunting task for many in the city, Almond took it in stride, with blade in hand. Scuffling with whatever she happened upon coughed up a pretty allowance, and she had found the underdark far more riveting than the fair life of the city's topside.

     District Zeta, a thrilling amusement park in its own way, certainly was not an area for the faint of heart. Carnivorous plants and poisonous vines lurked at every corner, festering within the humid climate, unleashed monstrosities of a science experiment clearly gone wrong. Still, Almond stomped her way through, smacking plants silly should they get in her way -- at least, unti now.

     Balance was lost as the girl's foot was snagged by what appeared to be a sentient, thorny vine. Falling flat on her face, the rabbit gave an ireful huff, brushing scathed hands off onto her dress. Funny, she swore she had heard laughter for a moment. Spinning around to face the sound, she came face to face with what appeared to be a plant woman. Narrowing her eyes, she'd challenge the stranger the way she did best.

"Hey, what's your deal?"

[lamuerte-catrina]

Rosa Salvaje [ Rosemaster ]

nomorethorns

        Being gifted marigold seeds and gardening equipment was probably the best thing that had happened to her here so far. She'd met many wonderful people thus far, but the colourful flowers sitting at her window made her feel brighter and made her feel less homesick.

        The Goddess had heard of a sector that was lush in greenery and that sounded much better than the one she was stuck in. So with a swirl of orange petals, the Death surveyor teleported herself to it. Eyes widened as she took in the expanse of one of the parks and the colour enamoured her. The smell of flowers wafted through the air as she made her way to a more flowery part of the area, a beautiful garden if she ever did see one.

        The sight of roses caught her attention, though the one she had seen was not so much flower as it may have been a person. A woman who seemed one with plants, and if she knew anything about people who embodied something, well...her first thought was that maybe she was some sort of Goddess, perhaps? La Muerte approached her with a friendly demeanour.

        “Ay, your hair. Is that your hair, or is it actually flowers? It is beautiful!”