CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
"Wow, you're old and ugly," Flora said at the woman. She was indeed old, indeed ugly, and her otherwise green Dendrite skin had turned grey and brown, just like the mushrooms she was tending to.
The old lady turned to her slowly, seemingly shocked by being called out like that, but unable to turn her face or even move any faster than that. "Excuse me, child?"
"I didn't mean to offend. Thats the first impression someone gets from you, it's a completely objective observation," Flora said as if it was the natural thing to say.
"Okay then. And you are short and perky. Probably a chatterbox too, judging by the few seconds I've known you."
"Correct," Flora said and stepped next to the old woman. She was tending a rather high shelf of smelly mushrooms. The smell wasn't exa
