Emerging from the undergrowth came a violet queen whose kingdom had fallen -- Desire?. A gentle croon came from inky lips as she revealed herself to the siren, cyan gems sparkling as it took in her beauty. "My, aren't you a gorgeous orchid." The violet maiden's own lyrics would sound, bluntly spoken as if she hadn't heard her compliments. "Synder, though I would rather not speak of whose blood I am of, dear queen -- though you are apt to be called a rogue, just like myself." She had not meant this verse to be of any offense, but if the lavender maiden should think otherwise, she was prepared for a fight, if any was meant to be. She would gently recline, her posture relaxed and drained of aggression. Perhaps this violet vixen could provide some amusement for her otherwise boring day.
