#hiii here to give you another flavor of lesbian

[phantasmaw]

     〈 ❀* 〉┊  "Whatever is the matter?" a voice rich with concern asks, fluttering down from the canopy of an oak like an autumn leaf. The eyes following his every move do not much the voice that calls to him. They dance with subdued mirth, an eery mimicry of the sunlight dappling the ground below. Imelda lowers herself into a lounging position on the forked branch. "Oh- I know. You're not used to the air of the unhibited wilds, are you?" She clicks her tongue against the roof of her mouth. "Poor thing. Don't overexert yourself; the crows might mistake you for carrion if you choose to give out here." 

"K'euk!" Corruption, so close to what lands he walked. To protect the forest, he knew he wasn't able to stop it all, but if he could at least lessen its grudge by his own being? So be it! Though - to think it would be this vile! He felt agony, sorrow and of course, so much wrath. "A-gh!"