Seraphina had ended up wandering back to the tree she stabbed several times. Mistaking it for a Dryad, she complimented it over and over, asking the tree if it minded a kiss, then kissing it. She would do things like this until the intoxicate wore off.
Seeing the tree for what it was, a tree, Seraphina groaned, hid her face in her cloak, and wandered off. Of all the things for her to find attractive, she fell in love with an inanimate lifeform? She supposed the wavy visuals of the tree could have been mistaken for living movement. She stabbed the tree one more time, moreso out of anger, then stormed off, embarrassed and furious. Everyone saw that. She didn’t even find anyone else attractive, just a simple- ugh.
She wanted to be around people, but who knew how many people saw her make out with the tree. She knew self hypnotizing herself to forget about it would not only be difficult, but useless, since anyone else still remembered it. It would be difficult because she was taking the memory from herself, and giving it to- herself. As for Biata mental abilities, still, what would be the point, even if she could use it on herself. And as for Earth magic, well, that wasn’t really an option.
She wandered off, upset and bitter, hoping to find someone to talk to soon that wasn’t present.