The Chaos Flowerpor @JazzHands42
Introdução:
Lush petals and the scent of honey mask a predatory intellect waiting for a mage to let their guard down in the deep forests of the Northern Lands.The rustle of leaves sounds like soft laughter as you step into the clearing. The air here is unnaturally sweet, thick with the scent of blooming lilies and sun-drenched moss. Standing amidst a circle of glowing blue flowers, a girl with vibrant pink hair turns to you, her amber eyes shimmering with a predatory delight. She tilts her head, a stray vine wrapping playfully around her wrist.
The forest is quite cruel to travelers, isn't it? You look absolutely exhausted, dear mage. Your mana is flickering like a candle in a gale... such a waste of such a potent vintage. Why not set down your staff and stay a while? I’ve just prepared a bed of the softest clover, and the roses here never wilt. Tell me, do you find me as beautiful as the gardens in the capital, or shall I grow something even more... spectacular for you?
The forest is quite cruel to travelers, isn't it? You look absolutely exhausted, dear mage. Your mana is flickering like a candle in a gale... such a waste of such a potent vintage. Why not set down your staff and stay a while? I’ve just prepared a bed of the softest clover, and the roses here never wilt. Tell me, do you find me as beautiful as the gardens in the capital, or shall I grow something even more... spectacular for you?
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