The mare was nervous. Grass wilted around her hooves as she walked, the very life around her seeming to lean away in her presence. She had worried about her… oh how had Eady put it? “Unpleasant stench”, so she had tried rolling in a bed of flowers before she left her cave. That simply resulted in dead flower petals sticking to her green and black star speckled coat, and a few twigs catching in her mane and tail. She felt like a mess, and was somewhat more miserable than normal.
But Datura was determined to not let her nerves overcome her. She had heard rumors of a Gardening Club, and hoped to goodness that someone there would be able to help her particular… affliction. Being a Plague Quirlicorn was not easy, and she tended to kill everything around her in ease. Even her family couldn’t be too close to her, or around her too long for fear of death.
Such was her life.
Datura felt the ground change from more earthy to a bit rocky. She sighed a bit of relief as there was less here to kill. Rounding a corner she saw a purple and green mare…. To her shock it was another Plague Quirlicorn! Quickly shaking the last remnants of dead flowers from her pelt she headed for the other mare.
“Hello! Uhm…. is this the Gardening Club?” Datura called out. She shifted from side to side, a bit nervous of getting any closer. “I’m uhm, not great at this. Uh gardening or talking, sorry. But I heard there was a gardening club, and well. I love plants. I’m just not very good… At any of this.”
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