[ she likes flowers quite a bit, actually. all things bright and beautiful, all creatures great and small, after all, but—

hm. she doesn't like this at all, and what's worse, the smell is getting to her, a little bit. The beginnings of gnawing hunger. this is dangerous, but—well, she's better than that, isn't she? she's better than that. she can manage, if it might mean the difference between life and death.

...yikes, though. ]

...ah.