FLOWERS BLOOM UNDERNEATH HER TOUCH, nourished by the purest kind of magic and protected by the venom that courses even here, in the core of the rebellion against darkness and decay. Despite her sworn loyalty, the apostate has chosen to remain separated from the rest of her companions, from those people who have LOST as much as she has ; they are all the same in the eyes of death, but she cannot yet bring herself to fully trust them. Her stream of thoughts is suddenly interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps and by the soft-spoken whispers that soon fill the confines of the flourishing garden ; corners of plush tiers curl thus upwards into a courteous ( mayhap faux ) simper and Ahri elegantly bows her head / She is a wild animal that has yet to be TAMED. ❝ Inquisitor, what a pleasant surprise. May I help you with something ? ❞
@saintswept ( THANA, inquisition verse ) .
