Thread:Hushuzu/@comment-34052734-20190102013532/@comment-34052734-20190104020435

“What, are you mad, Sweetness?” Larkspur circled around the tomcat, tilting his head. “Oh wait, I’ve got it now, Sweet Flower! That’s what it is, isn’t it? Sweet, stinging nettle.” It has begun to make sense in his eyes. A stalky, toxic flower...