▬ starter call. here comes a flower @blastedtree
The necromancer sat on the park bench. Keeping his hands busy kept his mind busy. Folding in more leaves and weaving in more dandelions, there wasn’t too much variety in this area of the park, but everything was nice, healthy and green. He had just finished a little bracelet when he saw a shadow on the sidewalk before him. “Hmm?”
He knew her. While she was a servant, it pained him slightly to think back how he helped attach her arm-- if such an existence was one she was content with. He brushed those asides aside-- he did offer to help her again if she needed it. However, she looked fine as far as he could tell. His tone was softer, tired. “ Hello, Frankie. How have you been?”
