[The woman arrives in a flash of fire, in the middle of the street. Or the fire arrives with her, from the singing of her clothing, but flickers out before it can fully catch. She's exhausted, and in pain, and collapses in a heap after a moment of dazed staggering.]
[All she can do is groan, not aware enough to process the spinning world around her.]
II. Arrival (of something else)
And what did those flowers do to you, useless creature?
[Even in different world, a garden was a garden. There was too much to dwell on, too much unanswered, and Shadow Weaver wasn't ready to be alone with her thoughts just yet.]
[She'd found bandages in the clinic, and wrapped them around her face mummy-style until she could find something more suitable; her eyes were off, to anyone that was looking, her pupils not unlike an upside down Y.]
[But for now, those eyes were narrowed down at the offending goose, its wings slightly flared as it stared back, uprooted daises in its mouth. The woman sighs, picking up a rake to shoo the beast away with.] Count yourself lucky that this is the only retribution I can care to muster.
III. Wildcard [I'm down for any other prompts, go right ahead.]
Shadow Weaver | She-Ra
I. Arrival
[The woman arrives in a flash of fire, in the middle of the street. Or the fire arrives with her, from the singing of her clothing, but flickers out before it can fully catch. She's exhausted, and in pain, and collapses in a heap after a moment of dazed staggering.]
[All she can do is groan, not aware enough to process the spinning world around her.]
II. Arrival (of something else)
And what did those flowers do to you, useless creature?
[Even in different world, a garden was a garden. There was too much to dwell on, too much unanswered, and Shadow Weaver wasn't ready to be alone with her thoughts just yet.]
[She'd found bandages in the clinic, and wrapped them around her face mummy-style until she could find something more suitable; her eyes were off, to anyone that was looking, her pupils not unlike an upside down Y.]
[But for now, those eyes were narrowed down at the offending goose, its wings slightly flared as it stared back, uprooted daises in its mouth. The woman sighs, picking up a rake to shoo the beast away with.] Count yourself lucky that this is the only retribution I can care to muster.
III. Wildcard
[I'm down for any other prompts, go right ahead.]