little flower

Deathbelle worried the volcanic winter would leave them almost a full year without fresh herbs. That fear would only be quelled with finding herbs now, and with summer falling upon them it was almost spring like. There was enough warmth she had hope to at the very least partially restock Ashen’s stores. The ivory splashed Empress waded through the shallow water between the mainland and the island that named the archipelago. Dove island. Eventually all of the islands under their control would have bridges between them. Already one was built between Nephilim and the mainland. Dove would hopefully be soon.

Slowly the graceful goddess made her way forward her frame obvious in the clear warm water. Already lilac eyes searched for her intended target Boneset. She didn’t notice her onlooker.