These scars long have yearned for your tender caress
It’s… odd, the way the jewel-crowned flowers remind him of someone he doesn’t know. It’s odd, the way they simultaneously bring pain and comfort to his cold heart, but the longer he stares, the greater his confusion and doubt grow. It’s odd, how behind every beautiful thing there was some kind of pain which plagued him. In the back of her mind, Pryna knows exactly the reason her companion is at such a crushing loss over them, but she dares not speak a word of it, for the bond between life and death is sacred and she knows the repercussions of speaking her name.To bind our fortunes, damn what the stars own ‘They are beautiful,’ she chimes in, in an effort to break down whatever force was at hand trying to cut her Champion off from the rest of the world. It seems to work, judging by the way one ear curves toward her. Pryna smiles to the best effort a dragon can give. ‘But… they are tainted. Wicked. We should leave them and be on our way.’ Reluctantly the nebulous young man raises his head, yet pupiless eyes remain rooted on the vexing flowers which dance around him, brushing and scraping harmlessly against his legs. Misery has trickled into and overtaken the cerulean hue of his eyes. He can’t shake the feeling that he needs to stay here for a while, but he can’t place why, and wordlessly Pryna is able to pick up on it. Despite it, he knows the dragon speaks the truth – she always does, she always has and she always will. “You’re right,” he admits at last, and with one last longing, yearning look to the twinkling flowers, he begins to head south. Feeling as though he was leaving a little piece of himself behind. |
***STAFF EDIT
@Kratoshas rolled a 5! He has been awarded+1 EXP for interacting with the flowers.
