fandomtownies | Covent Garden Flowers, Friday (11/5)

Of all the things Yasha was expecting -- well, no, that wasn't true. Yasha tried to be in the habit of not setting up expectations. But if someone had given her a list of things that she thought might happen when she came in to work this morning and asked her to check off the most likely of them, "watching the last of the tiny pumpkin vines fighting off a basket of holly trying to push them out the door" would not have been the one she checked off.

So guess what was happening this morning?

"Stop that," she told both of them sternly -- or tried to, anyway, but charisma was definitely not her strong suit. "You don't have to -- there's space for both of you still!"

Neither plant was having any of it, not even after several increasingly forceful, increasingly frustrating attempts.

"I said stop it!" she roared finally, her skeletal wings appearing and unfurling as all the light in the room seemed to dim around Yasha for just a moment.

That got the holly to back off, but once Yasha had calmed down enough that the wings faded away she realized that some of the flowers in the vicinity might have gotten just a bit withered, which was one of the downsides to radiating necrotic energy when she got into one of those... moods. She was, apparently, going to be spending a good chunk of her day fixing up some flower arrangements and tending to the potted plants she'd accidentally damaged.

[OOC: IDK, man, I'm exhausted. Open, SP disclaimer, etc.]