Petals and thorns

Seeing Satira and Cinaed interact brought a soft snort from the Sovereign. She rolled her mismatched eyes, but there was a smirk of amusement on her delicate little maw. "Get a den, you two." Lips parted and teeth flashed. "Or would you rather I started returning the favor and flirting with your brother?" Scylla's long tail stretched upwards, sliding under Arc's chin as she passed him. Little did they know, she and the maned brute had done a lot more than flirting.

Moving along, Scylla came upon a batch of wild roses. A sound of pleasure eked out in a purr. "Roses. Good for teas and dyes." She plucked a few flowers and slid them into her bag. Rose hips were good for many things and one could make rose water which was good for cooking.

"Scylla"