'Ria wants to make a disclaimer' a low deep voice informed me.

"What is it?"

"She's a feminist, if you even try patriarchal stuff, she'll hang you upside down a tree."

Woah the girl's fetish, we shall see what else hides behind her pretty face and the amount of pinkness on her body. 

"Infact, I'm a feminist myself."

'You will be transformed back into your material forms, you shall be safe in the honeysuckle.'

It's funny, what do you mean honeysuckle? If my life could go from just leaving my aunts nasty ways of controlling me to being locked in a honeysuckle it's honestly great.

Parts of dust collected in the air forming colours, sounds seeping into it, a white hot substance burned me absorbing me as a whole.

My skin felt paper dry, to help it a splash of nectar dripped down on me from a bee.

Ria was there with her same pink dress and peititely girly. I walked on the petal floor getting closer to a face full of innocence. But as I got closer it only morphed into a bold and confident one. I easily towered over her small frame.

"Feminist much? Not all men are bad, look at me I'm a feminist myself." I leaned forward mocking her but instead touched the side walls with my forefinger gently rubbing it in between my fingers and backed away.

He conceals the spark I saw in her eyes before putting on a determined and straight face.

"Totally! With all due and respect I'm not the one calling myself a feminist just to prove a women wrong, sir?"