❧ tenth stanza [action/video] marigolds burning

[histrionic]

[Someone doesn't seem to have a fondness for flowers. Or else they're in a very bad mood. (They might be a little upset about one of the Gardens' recent departures.)

There stands Kuja, on the Vine and in person, upright in the midst of a bright light that appears to come from burning marigolds. Rose and violet in color, the flames burn and burn after the flowers crumble to ash, but they don't spread to the other plants, perfectly controlled. Unlike Kuja's expression, which is slightly--twitchy.

Call it a protest, if you will.]

Comments

[histrionic]

I see.

Well, I'm hardly responsible for your lack of taste.

[loveswaffles]

Yeah, I'm really lacking a taste for setting things on fire.