Huntlow story

mission part two

No one's pov
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"Aaaand, finished!"

The golden gaurd brings his, freshly bandaged arm back to him.

"Hmm, not bad plant witch, not bad"

"You know my name isn't "plant witch" right?"

"Does it bother you"

"Yes"

"Okay...... plant witch" judging by his voice he's enjoying this, little shit.

She pours the boiling isles equivalent to rubbing alcohol on his arm, not a lot, but enough to sting him. What? the girls sweet but we love a petty queen.

He screams internally

"Just thought it needed a little more cleaning, wouldn't want you catching a fever now" she says in sweetly backhanded tone.

"Oh how thoughtful" his voice is laced with sarcasm as he's glaring daggers at her. "now if you'll excuse me" he gets up, willow made him sit down so it be easier to treat his injury. "I gotta-" right in the middle of his sentence, flapjack appears from under his cape heading towards clover.

"Wha- Flapjack!, get back here, we've got to go!" Hunter says startled at the fact his bird who was very good at hiding, especially from belos. Would just rush over to a stranger.

"Awww I think he wants to play with clover" she motions towards her bee palismin.

"Ugh, we don't have time for this" he smacks his face or well mask.

Willow looks over at him, she can tell he's stressed about wherever it is he needs to be at.
"Clover, I'm sorry but your new, friend?" She still doesn't know whether or not she can trust them, "has to go, awe c'mon don't look at me like that, you know we have places to be" and with that clover and flapjack stop playing and return to their owners.

"Oh, umm thank you for your assistance plant witch"

"Willow"

"Heh, anyways I've wasted too much time here" he does a little salute thing with two fingers and hops onto his staff "byeeeeeeeeee" and just like that zipping out of there in a flash, he's gone and she's sure she ain't gonna see him again.>=)

"Well we should probably go visit the bat queen now, I'm sure she can't wait to see you again" Willow smiles at clover as she turns into a staff and the two hurry towards the bat queens cave home, filled with broken and abandoned palismin, where clover once lived.
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"WHO DARES TRESPASS UPON THE HOME OF THE BAT QUEEN AND HER CHILDREN!"