[It will take her some time because Edelgard is nothing if not thorough. The perfectionist in her will not settle for anything less. Which is why she will come back with no less than four of those overly large feral fungi. One tucked under either arm against her side, one dragged on the ground with its foot in her left hand, and the final unfortunate troublemaker is injured. Her nails at some point ripped through the fingertips of her gloves and stabbed the cap of the poor mushroom she now dangles as Edelgard marches to the pen Eugene has set up.
The one with her fingers in its flesh is the only one not currently wriggling for freedom.]
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The one with her fingers in its flesh is the only one not currently wriggling for freedom.]