[When the world shifted from winter to spring, Frisk was already preparing to make good on their resolution to set out and plant something nice. Armed with a sunhat and a basket of assorted seeds and bulbs and tools, they set about finding a nice, blank patch of ground to section away as a potential gardening plot.
They don't anticipate anyone approaching them from the sky. A silhouette passes overhead, like a bird, but the clear, watery shine of the sun off the outspread wings doesn't make any sense at all. Frisk stands, brushing soil and grime from their pants, shading one hand over their eyes.
Thankfully, there aren't very many blue people in Wonderland.]
grounds!
They don't anticipate anyone approaching them from the sky. A silhouette passes overhead, like a bird, but the clear, watery shine of the sun off the outspread wings doesn't make any sense at all. Frisk stands, brushing soil and grime from their pants, shading one hand over their eyes.
Thankfully, there aren't very many blue people in Wonderland.]
Lapis?