Sun Spear, furious upon arrival, made sure to sidestep, swat away, or otherwise entirely avoid any mistletoe that even looked like it might be in her way. Unfortunately, diligent as she might have been, it was inevitable one would pop up from seemingly nowhere and catch her - quite literally, in this case - with vines twining around her limbs to hold her in place until someone else passed by.

"...Son of a bitch."

So, like. Here's the thing. Sun Spear just arrived, so it wasn't like she knew anyone well enough to even have something she might need to confess. The problem was, Sun Spear didn't tell anyone anything ever, even back home, so clearly she had something she needed to get out one way or another.

Unfortunately, all she could get out now were flowers, coughing them up into her palms while hunched over on the side of the road in whatever segment she ended up in. To anyone within reach, she grasped at them, petals spilling from her lips.

"Help me-" it was amazing how furious she could still sound while daisies popped out of her mouth.