Ch. 622 A nessasary change

Eww was the first thing that Rosebud could think of when her still rather relatively dainty razor sharp, scalpel like talons made contact with the extremely sticky substance produced by the purple colored green speckled large flower petals she was in essence trying to carve her future little husband out of.

She was just thankful that it smelled much better than it felt.

What could be said to be the nectar or perhaps sap of the rather peculiar flower was rather clear in appearance with only the slightest traces of honey gold visible under the light of the sun, giving it a very deceptive appearance.

The thin layer formed by tiny droplets on the surface of the petals were like miniature tar pits of certain death. It felt like the little drops were bottomless lakes of viscous sticky goop that wanted to pull down anything that made the mistake of landing on their surfaces.