an imperfect memory // repotting in the greenhouse

[ninazu]

BURN
BRIGHT

Ninazu’s right ears flicked as she heard them come in. “Thank you, Brutei,” she answered with a glance over her shoulder. The ice demon had always been a quiet but interesting person in the Coalition, and she appreciated the compliment on her work. When she wanted, she could create lovely things—though, she realized with a frown at the aloe vera, perhaps destroyed everything except plants.

“Hmm, you’re right about the greenhouse, though. A shame, it was one of my favorite places in our new territory… I suppose I’ll have to clean it up again.” The serval stilled her paws and turned to make eye contact with Brutie. “Perhaps you’d like to help?”

When Romulus entered the greenhouse, her expression softened. She accepted the headbutt, though she had to focus on her stance to prevent being pushed aside. There was a reason she’d stayed in her lioness body while her children grew up; her serval body weighed less than one of his limbs.

“You take after me, I suppose. But I never got in the habit of wearing much jewelry, as much as I like the look.” Would’ve been too much of a target, really, for most of her life in the Pitt; lacking elemental powers and stuck in a serval body had forced her to specialize in healing to be useful. At his comment on the crown, she grinned. “Don’t worry, I’m not planning on giving this to Tanglewoods. It reminds me more of Caesar than Vigenere, anyway—and how I beat the shit out of him when he snuck in after his exile.”

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