CLOSED • I'll be your enigma

[trulygifted]

Who: Nico (trulygifted) and Sephiroth (supersoldier)
When: Early Noveuer
Where: The Wilde
What: A Prurient Petals mishap
Warnings: TBA

( For all Nico enjoys teasing Sephiroth about his behaviour when she'd caught him under the full moons, he hadn't actually been wrong about how foolish it was for a fledgling witch to step into the Wilde alone. In may ways she's lucky she hadn't run into worse than him: he'd toyed with her, yes, and there had been a few moments where she'd felt the pound of her heart up in her throat, but Nico knows that Sephiroth hadn't truly planned on making a meal of her. If he had, she suspects he'd have been far more efficient about it than encouraging her to run.

She's taken his advice on board for her second venture beyond the city walls. Asking him to accompany her had come with the promise of freeing him from any future "remember the time when you chased me through the woods" favours; it ends here, today, with Sephiroth as her personal Harpy bodyguard to protect her from whatever might be lurking in the undergrowth. The Coven have been clear about the seasonal increase in the hostility of the local fauna, and honestly? Nico would really rather not end up dead because she pissed off a randy stag. )

Y'know, I'm definitely a city girl, but there's nothin' quite like gettin' out into nature.

( It's a good day for flower-hunting. Nico takes a deep breath of the fragrant air as they make their way through the woods — it's a little sweet, and a little warm from the insulation provided by the trees, and the rich scent of moss, bark, and soil is altogether pleasant. There's also the barest hint of a floral aroma that tingles down the length of her spine with every waft, and that is what she's looking to get her hands on before the plants are fully eradicated. )

Hey, look—!

( And speaking of: there in front of them, just up ahead, Nico has caught sight of a few of those long, sprawling petals curling around the roots of a tree. When they reach the thick ribbons it becomes clear that they've found a full infestation of the things, and she gleefully sinks to her knees to begin unpacking her satchel of supplies. The translucent shimmer of pollen on the air — pollen they've been breathing in since they set foot in the woods — goes unnoticed, but for the small puff that rises from the centre of the flower as she eases it towards herself. )

Perfect. Now, be a sweetheart an' keep an eye out, would you?