[It's not a loud laugh from the fae, just wheezy giggles. A combination of not laughing often and trying very hard not to laugh. It's not working. Then she feels soft petals brushing her hand for a second.
That gets a steady tilt of the head as she turns to look. Her calloused human hand taking it. Holding it carefully, so she doesn't crush it. Then she's turning again, not blinking as she scans the crowd for a target.
...Found one.
It's slow. But she raises her hand and tosses it overhead. It's not subtle at all. And it hits a horn, but it doesn't stick. Bouncing off of the spindly horns of an old dragon, so old that most of his scales were dull and grey. The small flower just plops down on to his head.
Luckily for those damn kids. The old dragon couldn't actually tell where the projectile had come from and was just aggressively bopping his head.]
ah time for my fav npc
That gets a steady tilt of the head as she turns to look. Her calloused human hand taking it. Holding it carefully, so she doesn't crush it. Then she's turning again, not blinking as she scans the crowd for a target.
...Found one.
It's slow. But she raises her hand and tosses it overhead. It's not subtle at all. And it hits a horn, but it doesn't stick. Bouncing off of the spindly horns of an old dragon, so old that most of his scales were dull and grey. The small flower just plops down on to his head.
Luckily for those damn kids. The old dragon couldn't actually tell where the projectile had come from and was just aggressively bopping his head.]