ain't it fun? living in the real world?

Sometimes growing plants was difficult. There was a certain little poison that was struggling to thrive and Scylla had pulled out almost all of her tricks. The last was collecting volcanic ash to add to the soil, so she was on her way to Mount Volkan for some harvesting.

Woobie ran on ahead, the little bush dog scouting the area. He released a little woof as they drew near, alerting his lady to the presence of another. From the satchel around her neck, a low his sounded as Elvira, the viper, readied herself just in case she was needed as a last resort. Thankfully, the reptile hadn't been forced to use her venom against anyone for a long while.

As Scylla drew closer to where she imagined the caches of burnt remnants would be, the sight of a pale girl came into view. One brow arched slightly as the cobalt and cream lady padded closer, mismatched eyes catching sight of the horned skull. "A lovely piece of bone," she complemented. "I have something similar at home."

"Scylla"