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[ Mama's finally back at the castle after pretty much just...doting on her hubby since he got to Paradisa. Donning the guise of Alya again she'll be at the castle gardens today, inspecting the flowers and all that with a tenderness probably not characteristic of too many people. All life is precious to her after all :>

Of course every so often the air around her seems to warm as she allows small bits of her power to flow into the area, making everything just seem...livelier. More happy spring time♥ So this area? Currently saturated with magic as she smiles and hums softly to herself.

EVERY DAY IS A GOOD DAY WHEN YOU HAVE YOUR HUBBY AGAIN ]


[ ooc; open post! she'll be all over the area near the gardens today so come say hi or notice her magic :> TADAHARUUUUUUUU WHERE ARE YOU SHE MISSES YOU ]

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[nurturing.livejournal.com]

[ She's the best faux-elf ever okay. Alexstrasza's ears twitch slightly at Molotov's approach since really...they're more for show and she has much keener ears than an elf's, but she doesn't turn from her task as she gently cups a series of flowers and allows her warming power flow into them....and they practically glow with radiance as they start flourishing♥ it'll spread to the other plants in the immediate area too, tinier ones growing tall and sprouts blooming ]

[molotov]

[This is alarming. Crazy Shit happens in the castle all the time -- does this elf lady want to grow everything huge and take over? No, because that's stupid.

But Molotov does dislike magic, so she squints at these fast-growing plants and flowers, then sort of slinks through the trees, slightly closer. Get away, pretty elf! She needs to yank those flowers up out of the ground and put them in a Ming vase.]

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

[ >8(!!!

But no sdkjsk picking flowers is what people do. And apparently her hubby too, ending that poor species of rainbow flower... She does glance back slightly over her shoulder when she feels that presence a bit closer ]

....Hello?

[molotov]

[Well, Molotov doesn't plan to end any flower species! She just wants a few flowers for a vase, jeez. Maybe something red. Or white!

Frowning, Molotov doesn't answer, because she is a horrible bitch. She's just watching you creepily from the trees, Alexstrasza! There is nothing to see here. Except her watching you creepily from the trees.]

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

.... [ FFFFFFF so antisocial, geez. Mama sighs softly as the golden power fades from her hands and she stands up ]

I know you are there.

[molotov]

[But Mama, how can she be a horrible monster bitch to everyone if she just goes around being nice and pleasant and social and not awful?

Molotov narrows her eye, and doesn't really come out, but she does make herself slightly more visible.]

So you do.

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

My ears are for more than just show. [ 8>c wouldn't that be tragic ]

[molotov]

Being so large, I would hope so. [Molotov hates elves and their elf-y ears B< ]

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

[ grouchyyyyyy ]

Did you have some reason for skulking around?

[molotov]

I came for flowers, but you are in the way.

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

The garden is full of blossoming fauna... Or did you want those I was tending to, out of all the others?

[molotov]

And if I do want the ones you are so thoughtlessly blocking?

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

A simple implore would suffice. It is not my place to stop you from procuring something you desire.

[molotov]

You seem quite vested in what I desire.

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

It is simply a common courtesy, is it not?

[molotov]

What is?

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

Making such a simple request. [ but she moves aside for her anyway ]

[molotov]

[Molotov just looks at this woman suspiciously for another moment, then produces a pair of gardening shears (from magical catsuit storage space) and begins carefully selecting only the best flowers.]

[nurturing.livejournal.com]

[ )'8 her poor flowers, sigh ]

[molotov]

[Molotov kills far more flowers than is probably necessary, then gathers them all up and stands. She glares at this elf lady for a moment, then tromps away, probably squashing even more flowers under her boots. Lovely.]