The chantrysister shouts. In her hands is a book and she brandishes it like a weapon as she points at the flowing woman before her . Some other chantrysisters cower behind the one holding the book and the others watch in disbelief.
- " It is enough like this." Cassandra whispers. " We will deal with it ourselves. She falls under our judgement."
The crowd dissipates soon enough and then a meeting is called. They all sit together. Iron Bull, Varric, dorian, The inquistor, Leliana, Josephine...
They pour over the book the sister, smug in her victory, has given them.
"Florus Mortalialis. A demoness also called the " deadly flower" taking the form of a young woman with elven ears. Petals and vines grow out of the mouth and eyes. Light grey skin, varrying from more white to darker grey. Live in the ground ground and are known for putting their victims to sleep, then blow them apart or cut them to the bone with a special magic that forms in their base, the homus floralis, the homeflower, which appears below the demoness when she attacks." Known to destroy the environment and men, they are nowadays rare for they have mostly been killed. Very dangerous demon on par wih demons of fear and lust. -The library of creatures and demons"Is it true?" The inquisitor holds the book in front of the young woman, yet the flowerdemoness doesn't move. They wait for her to explain, anything, even just a reaction is enough, yet she does nothing. She stays still as a statue as if she is made of stone. Cullen can feel the palpable dissapointment in the air and when she turn away, no one reacts.
They ignore her the next days at camp. She creeps in the shadow and tries stir their attention, yet they ignore her. She creeps more and more in the shadows and watches those she calls her friends, something suspiciously akin to tears coming from her eyes.