LAST OF THE REAL ONES && open, picnic.

Surprisingly, it wasn't the scent of food that first grabbed her attention. Sure, that did pull her over, it was food after all. But the airy scent of flowers was such a comforting thing, if a scent could be pure, it was flowers. Heh, she wasn't used to such things. She didn't ever talk about it, but her life prior to Tanglewood was a little rough. Not in the sense that she was kicked around or anything, she was just on her own and Mother Nature was a cold, heartless bitch, albeit a pretty one. She just happened to miss the pretty flowers and blooming fields by a mile. It was all "kill or be killed" and "eat or be eaten". The point was, she never had the pleasure of stopping and smelling the flowers because if she did, she'd starve.

"You've got a lovely setup here." Arrow mused, arriving to the scene with her stomach already growling. Ah, fuck. "I don't think we've really met. Name's Arrow." It would be impolite to start gorging on someone's culinary creations with no relationship or introduction. Not that she would even gorge herself at all. She had a hot bod to keep up.

★ we should be lovers instead  ━