Fowler was definitely correct. This was the daughter of the Thorn Matriarch, Matriarch Viridorn.
When her daughter completely came into view, one could see that patented hair of vines and flowers, a thorn crown of gold wrapping around her head and hands. She looked like if a flower of untold beauty bloomed into the form of a gorgeous young woman.
Much like her mother, she was well-endowed to the point it felt outrageous, almost as though it was a miracle a waist so small managed to hold up her upper half at all. Yet, her dress barely cupped them as though they could fall out with just the slightest sway of her body. As close as it was, though, it showed no real signs of happening.
Where the young Matriarch Viridorn's daughter's crown of golden thorns met the fair skin of her forehead, the same blood droplets formed into complex Runes. However, they were much less complex and shimmering than her mother's were.
