hippolyta flynn has a pistol for a mouth (vexatiously) wrote in emillion, |
Making the rounds in the camp with potions seemed a necessary task, considering how forgetful and stubborn fighters could be, but Flynn was tired out after the hour had passed, and having none of it from anyone who stepped in her path. She was exhausted and grumpy and looking forward to hurling herself into a sleeping bag, to drift into glorious slumber, but she knew something would work against her. She knew it. Either not being able to sleep, or someone waking her, or-- |