Private Finished Fate of Flower and Flame: Dalia encounters Pallavi

Dalia went around, picking some of the flowers that had long stems and sat down while she and Pallavi continued to talk. Her fingers felt stiff, and she wanted to work with her hands. So she started weaving the flowers together into large rings.

"The flowers are really pretty, yeah. It's nice out here." Though she had to admit that she was saddened by the fact that Pallavi had to spend all of her time alone out here. Or else kill people who came too close.

"I can do that though. If you know their names, I can try and see how your friends are doing. And your parents too. And then I'll let you know the next time I come to visit." She beamed while her hands worked on the flowers, two sets of hands working simultaneously on two different flower rings.

"What do you like? Like... like to do? Collect things? Read? Hobbies? I could... I dunno, maybe bring you some stuff so it's not so boring out here?"

"I'll do what I can to find them," Dalia said, making a mental note of these names. She could handle that, she figured. She was loud and weird a lot of the time, so people didn't take her seriously. She could go places and only get in minor trouble.

Glancing down, Dalia looked at her work. Two finished flower crowns. Standing up, she put one on top of her own head. Kind of skipping forward, she stepped easily back into the honey without an ounce of fear to give the other flower crown to Pallavi.

"Here! I don't get to make stuff as much as I used to. I used to make really pretty clothes back when I could make my own silk. But now I can't. So this is the best I can do on short notice."

"It's fine," Dalia said, giving a tight smile to Pallavi as she reached up to put the flowers crown in her hair. She caressed the other girl's face and cooed to her, "Don't cry okay? You're fine. Just fine."

Dalia was pretty sure they had not, in fact, been talking for hours, but maybe she was wrong. Oh well. Pallavi was tired, so she'd let her be. Stepping backwards out of the honey once again, Dalia gave a fanged grin to the other girl. "I'm gonna go home now, okay? But I'll come visit again really soon, I promise! Get some sleep so we can talk more later."

She picked up her shoes from the grass but decided not to put them on, since that would just ruin them with the honey. She'd need to wash her feet off before too long, so it didn't keep eating her. With a wave and a smile Dalia turned and ran off towards the way she came, Jax all but forgotten. For now, at least.