Alstromeria
Florian Society Member
Sarthiss stuffed the rest of his bread in his mouth. "I dunno man," he mumbled through his mouth full of food, "There's two things us men will never understand. And that's cats, and women. Eevee's both." He swallowed, ducking into the woods and under a few branches, revealing his meadow. His ash pile was still in its usual spot, an the usual wildflowers dotted the area. Plucking one up, he twirled it. "She's like one of these. This one'll make you sick." He let it fall. "But it's gorgeous as hell bruh. That's the problem with all pretty things." Sarthiss clasped his hands around his piece of chicken, cooking it thoroghly, and began to rip off chunks. "You're luck mate, you're a wolf. You don't have to mess with romance."