Their adventure beyond the closed borders could lead to anything, though Ulric hoped that it would be uneventful. For as much as he wanted to find whatever it was that had killed Casper and Moore, he wanted to assure Regis lived to see old age even more, a sentiment he knew Somnus shared. But as they crossed the blood-stained, battle scarred steppe, they soon found themselves witness to a conspicuous, out-of-place field of flowers. Flowers unlike any he had seen, because rather than petals, in their stead were jewels. As Regis drew back in clear discomfort and uncertainty, Ulric inched a little closer to the yearling until their wings had brushed against one another. Through narrowed eyes he inspected the admittedly eerie field, scrupulously searching for signs that something greater was amiss. Not long after Regis had spoken up, the Warden heard a temptacious voice in his own head that didn’t belong there. A cold shiver ran down his spine, over his withers and up the arch of his neck – they needed to go. Although he wanted to draw nearer and get a better look, he knew that so long as Regis was in his care in any sense of the word, his safety was placed above all else. What was wrong with a little self-preservation, anyway? They were just a few feet away from the edge of the crystalline flowers, and that seemed to be a good enough look as any. Tipping his head toward Somnus but keeping a watchful eye on the field, the Warden gestured back the way they had come. “Maybe it’d be best to turn back. I don’t trust anything after everything that’s been going on.” |
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@Ulrichas rolled a 1! He has been awarded the Breeding: Healthy Pregnancy item for interacting with the flowers.
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