♓etairism
[ With her empire fallen and opportunities for escape nonexistent, one thing greater than all else plagues Her Tyranny's mind:
She is so BOR----ED!!
Even spending her time familiarizing herself with the prison that is the gardens, including learning to make use of the magical material from the wilds, she is left bored. The weak little humans and all of the horrendously cute fauna are not very entertaining, as they do not seem worth the time to fight; besides, she knows she must bide her time, as much as it makes her sick to think she, the Empress, must essentially hide. The humans (as she has yet to meet anyone besides a certain other Troll that is not human) may prove to be interesting in other ways, though.
After all, with the loss of her favorites--including her Helmsman--she is feeling a bit lonesome.
In an attempt to soothe her boredom, she has come onto land once again. The change in weather is annoying, but far from detrimental. She is, however, particularly curious about the newly-spawned flora here and there. She swallows her pride (after all, her spending her time playing with flowers? Glub.) and inspects the berried plants here and there.
Hopefully someone will come along to inform her of the plant's unique qualities.
Because, you see, this would be a very good opportunity to entertain herself.
What brave, foolish, unlucky, or masochistic enough souls will be caught in the trap of Her Imperious Condescension and the mistletoe? ]
She is so BOR----ED!!
Even spending her time familiarizing herself with the prison that is the gardens, including learning to make use of the magical material from the wilds, she is left bored. The weak little humans and all of the horrendously cute fauna are not very entertaining, as they do not seem worth the time to fight; besides, she knows she must bide her time, as much as it makes her sick to think she, the Empress, must essentially hide. The humans (as she has yet to meet anyone besides a certain other Troll that is not human) may prove to be interesting in other ways, though.
After all, with the loss of her favorites--including her Helmsman--she is feeling a bit lonesome.
In an attempt to soothe her boredom, she has come onto land once again. The change in weather is annoying, but far from detrimental. She is, however, particularly curious about the newly-spawned flora here and there. She swallows her pride (after all, her spending her time playing with flowers? Glub.) and inspects the berried plants here and there.
Hopefully someone will come along to inform her of the plant's unique qualities.
Because, you see, this would be a very good opportunity to entertain herself.
What brave, foolish, unlucky, or masochistic enough souls will be caught in the trap of Her Imperious Condescension and the mistletoe? ]