[plum]

[ open? maybe? is plum feeling too lazy to reply to these things? probably? beware engaging ]

Nectarflame had followed the comically large battalion to the seastones in silence. The Bengal was feeling rather relaxed this evening, and watches Dawnstar end the life of some insignificant soul, feeling... Distant. Contrary to the popular belief that followed the leader around day and night, it was becoming apparent that instant slaughter was not something that she did frequently (though indeed moreso than others, perhaps) or lightly. So what had that Sprucefall done? Certainly enough to warrant the final blow from the forest cat.