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The smell of cookies and sulfur lingers in Thaisha’s mind a week later. That bubblegum pink demon is never going to leave her mind again. That’s why she invited Tyranny to visit the druid’s favorite place in the world: the meadow near her home. The demon is very new to the world, but Thaisha doesn’t mind. It gives her a chance to introduce its beauty to another person, or well demon.
Thaisha probably should not have drunk that much during Thjazi’s wake, but he would have wanted her to suffer while drinking yahrgraz. The alcohol definitely drew her and Tyranny together, they even both confessed to loving each other.
There have been other times when Thaisha has had drunken feelings for people she just met, but none as strong as the ones for the demon. Even after she dismissed her drunkenness, she still loved her so much.
Thaisha could not blame the alcohol for asking out Tyranny. She was already sober at that point and should have known the demon wouldn’t agree. But she did, the demon actually liked her back. Now looking back sober, Thaisha doesn’t know how she missed Tyranny’s feelings.
It was probably too soon and not the time or place, but the demon didn’t seem to pick up. Maybe that is the beauty of the demon, that she doesn’t understand when the druid makes a mistake regarding norms. Though that thought worries Thaisha, is she taking advantage of the naivety of Tyranny? Does Tyranny even mind? Thaisha tries to push those thoughts away and focus on planning.
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Thaisha doesn’t know what food to pack. The demon seemed to enjoy blood and flesh, but the druid doesn’t think she can prepare that for her. She smelled very sweet, of chocolate chip cookies. That would probably be the best thing to make, maybe cut some fruit for a fresh taste. Chocolate chip cookies and fruit is not the most nutritious meal. Not that Thaisa thinks Tyranny would mind based on the previous things she consumed when they first met. The druid eventually decides to make sandwiches, the demon would probably enjoy some meat with her sweets.
Thaisha feels like she should get another thing for Tyranny. The demon is new to the plane, has she gotten a bouquet of flowers before? Is that too sudden? Would she even enjoy flowers? Of course she would, everyone Thaisha has ever met loves them. It's how she expresses love to people, everyone she cares about gets flowers.
Now, what flowers suit Tyranny best? She must add jasmine, as they are the druid’s favorite, but what would the demon like best? Sage and lavender would be very pretty with the jasmine and Tyranny seems to like cute things. Lantana is poisonous and pink, which makes the druid think about the demon. Four flowers should be enough, considering she barely knows anything about the demon.
She just met Tyranny a week ago, they barely know each other. Well Tyranny knows Thaisha’s story, but other than that. Thaisha hated Tyranny when she first came in. No, she hated the priest that accompanied her. Tyranny is different, she hates him. They have something in common. This isn’t just to distract Thaisha from grieving, no, this is something she actually cares about. She cares about Tyranny so much, that’s why she can’t stop thinking about her, and going to the meadow together.
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The druid finally has everything ready for the date. She has chocolate chip cookies, fruit, and sandwiches. She gathered the flowers and made the bouquet while the cookies were baking. As she is packing everything into a basket, she spots a blanket and grabs it. Thaisha hastily rolls it up before putting it into her basket. She isn’t scared to touch grass, but she wants to make sure Tyranny is comfortable. Once she decides she is fully ready, she leaves her home.
They said they would meet at the meadow. That worries Thaisha a little because the demon has never been there before, though Thaisha did give great directions. But she shouldn’t doubt her, the demon wouldn’t break a promise, especially when she seemed to like the druid so much.
Thaisha has always been great at reading people, except when drunk, but she can remember the way Tyranny looked into her eyes. Those eyes, no, the ways her eyes looked into hers, was like something out of a fairytale. She has to rely on her insight, she has to trust the demon loves her back.
So she has to stay calm as she walks to the meadow with her basket in her free hand. And she does, at least until she smells cookies, but not the ones in her basket. No, the smell of cookies coming from the bubblegum pink demon staring at her.