The blind leading the blind #22 -done
Nov 25, 2021 23:52:56 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Nov 25, 2021 23:52:56 GMT -6
{Is this why the fae's quest remains unsolved?} he asks, fighting the daze to put two and two together. To feed the tree... his gray eyes roam the grasses, and being down this low, there's bumpier portions of grass that aren't as perfect looking as when looking above. Were those pale spaces...BONES?! {Feed the tree... the plant... does it exist?}
{The plant exists.} {The plant is precious.} {The plant should not be taken from its growing space.}
{I was warned not to touch the yellow flowers. The lilac sunbonnet is white.} his voice is gaining strength. and he's seeking to try and stand, to move. But his legs wont' hold him and moving his shoulder sends him into waves of agony. {I just want the flower and I will leave.}
{The boy wants a leaf.} {We hear your thoughts boy.} {You want our tree's leaves for your selfish habit.} Crap, he's definitely found out on that. {Our tree cannot grow outside this space.} {The tree is precious} Guilt presses on his pain wracked conscience.
{I... I'm a botanist. I study plants. I grow them. I have no reason to lie to you. I do want a leaf, but... if only to study on how it grows in other space.} he tries to sound not guilty, and to not get his arm yanked further by the panicking baakir who has tired to flee but has vines gripping her legs!
{The forest does not like those who steal for their own gain.} the creature hisses. The draining feeling gets stronger, and he feels sick. Like he's done too much experimentation with his magic. The sound of not so stable footsteps echoes around him as the creature surrounds him. As he kneels, theres a blackened stripe that seems to curl up and around his forearm that isn't injured, spreading at the head into an open fanged mouth. There is noise of alarm.
{He bears the Mark!} {The Mark on a human-beast is unheard of.} {The Mother never leaves her Mark...} Whispering. Then when he looks up, the view is hazy around the edges. The tree creature has stopped walking and looks him right in the eye. {The Mother only marks those she finds with true souls. You are one of hers. We have no reason to harm you.} As he watches, the bud swells and grows before his eyes on the creature's bare shoulder, spreading with tiny pointed leaves and blossoming into a white flower with tall stamen tipped in blue pollen. ...oh, so he had to find this tree to even get the flower... that.. thats just rude... {Take the flower} {Take it to the fae.} {Do not enter our space again.} {Mother's Marked is protected but once.....} and his vision is overtaken by green, then black.
When Flare wakes up, he's laying out in the open, with a coat thrown over his figure. He sits up, feeling sore and dreadfully empty. He's so hungry, he could eat a horse. The baakir is tethered next to where he'd been laid out, and when the coat falls away, there's a pair of white flowers, and a single branch with a maple leaf left on his chest.
In the end, the fae got their flower, and Flare gives them such a long stare that they don't do much more then a thank you before hurrying off to quell the 'infestation'. Infestation his tail. His memory is a bit hazy on what he actually saw in that tunnel, but the white flower now planted in a loamy sandy soil away from the stranglers has anything to say about it, he has to eventually find the Dryad's forest once more and thank the Mother. She may or may not have saved his life without any sort of reasoning.
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{The plant exists.} {The plant is precious.} {The plant should not be taken from its growing space.}
{I was warned not to touch the yellow flowers. The lilac sunbonnet is white.} his voice is gaining strength. and he's seeking to try and stand, to move. But his legs wont' hold him and moving his shoulder sends him into waves of agony. {I just want the flower and I will leave.}
{The boy wants a leaf.} {We hear your thoughts boy.} {You want our tree's leaves for your selfish habit.} Crap, he's definitely found out on that. {Our tree cannot grow outside this space.} {The tree is precious} Guilt presses on his pain wracked conscience.
{I... I'm a botanist. I study plants. I grow them. I have no reason to lie to you. I do want a leaf, but... if only to study on how it grows in other space.} he tries to sound not guilty, and to not get his arm yanked further by the panicking baakir who has tired to flee but has vines gripping her legs!
{The forest does not like those who steal for their own gain.} the creature hisses. The draining feeling gets stronger, and he feels sick. Like he's done too much experimentation with his magic. The sound of not so stable footsteps echoes around him as the creature surrounds him. As he kneels, theres a blackened stripe that seems to curl up and around his forearm that isn't injured, spreading at the head into an open fanged mouth. There is noise of alarm.
{He bears the Mark!} {The Mark on a human-beast is unheard of.} {The Mother never leaves her Mark...} Whispering. Then when he looks up, the view is hazy around the edges. The tree creature has stopped walking and looks him right in the eye. {The Mother only marks those she finds with true souls. You are one of hers. We have no reason to harm you.} As he watches, the bud swells and grows before his eyes on the creature's bare shoulder, spreading with tiny pointed leaves and blossoming into a white flower with tall stamen tipped in blue pollen. ...oh, so he had to find this tree to even get the flower... that.. thats just rude... {Take the flower} {Take it to the fae.} {Do not enter our space again.} {Mother's Marked is protected but once.....} and his vision is overtaken by green, then black.
When Flare wakes up, he's laying out in the open, with a coat thrown over his figure. He sits up, feeling sore and dreadfully empty. He's so hungry, he could eat a horse. The baakir is tethered next to where he'd been laid out, and when the coat falls away, there's a pair of white flowers, and a single branch with a maple leaf left on his chest.
In the end, the fae got their flower, and Flare gives them such a long stare that they don't do much more then a thank you before hurrying off to quell the 'infestation'. Infestation his tail. His memory is a bit hazy on what he actually saw in that tunnel, but the white flower now planted in a loamy sandy soil away from the stranglers has anything to say about it, he has to eventually find the Dryad's forest once more and thank the Mother. She may or may not have saved his life without any sort of reasoning.
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-fin
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