Silvertip Mountain What is Love?

Sorry? For what? Also, last post. Unless you want to go on

He barley understood her. In it's own way, he was getting her back for the horrible taste. Because he guessed she was having it too, with having multiple of the flowers in her own mouth. Then the idea of them being in her mouth felt..odd. Since they would be going in his, if he needed them again. But what other way could she carry them?

"A bad taste? That ain't even close to what I'm tasting." With the leaves gone, he tried to do his best at spitting the taste out. He had never tasted anything this bad in his life. At least, to his current knowledge.

He let off a little smirk. "Oh, it will be funny." He followed her after her signal. The effect wasn't right away, but he trusted that the pains in his head would be gone soon.