She falls on the leaves with a sickening crunch, wings splayed out behind her. They're charred and bent at weird angles, completely unusable. They flutter once, helplessly, before going completely still.
"ehhhhhhhhhhh. Forest... creature... thing? Well you fell from the sky. What are you gonna go like 'I have been falling. For 30 MINUTES!' or something." (thor ragnarok referance)
Esme scrambles back in a tangle of skirts and wing. She lifts up her skirts a little and pulls out a knife that she keeps on a holder on her thigh. She points it at you, hands shaking a little
"Whoah. Calm down little lady. If I wanted to kill you I would have done it while you were passed out. I'm not stupid. Also if you touch me you die and I'm immortal. So yeah that's not much of a threat."
