Times come ;; nesting

[Cobra]

flowers were her favorite thing. mainly for the fact that there was food in them for her. thus, she was always flitting about them. drinking from them and then moving to the next area. stopping when fool. wings moving until she moved to her nest.

settling into the nest and softly sighing. full and content. the woman was in the tree near the center of camp. she was low enough to be noticed if one was looking for such a tiny being.

actions | "speech" | attacking

? the story of my life, i take her home