| ”Oh.” Breathless with wonder, Runa could hardly believe the sight that stretched out before her. Like a glittering sea of otherworldly gems, poised on elegant stalks, a field of flowers bloomed before her. Petals cut like glass and diamonds glittered and twinkled beneath the sunlight, breathtaking and awe inspiring. Like a sun catcher they cast vibrant lights of all sorts of colors across the earth, catching the rays of the sun and turning the Steppe from a torn battleground to a kaleidoscope of colors and vibrancy. It was beautiful, and Runaveig was helpless before its splendor. Without thinking she walked closer, her steps light and airy, nimble legs carrying her across the field to reach the strange blooms. Like a dancer she moved, weaving through the curious little flowers and feeling them brush against her legs, a notable sharpness to them but not cutting, never cutting. “I wonder what they are. Umbra? Do you know what they might be?” Never had she seen such a flower, but there was an energy here that seemed to ripple beneath her striped flesh. It coursed along her being, flowing through her veins and settling within her breast like a living, foreign thing. It wasn’t exactly unwelcome, but it was very strange. Above, Umbra soared almost cautiously. The black dragon could feel the energy of this place, the displaced, warped sort of magic, and grimaced. He swept down lower, reaching out with claws to snag onto Runa’s back, and let out a breath. ’Best not linger, Runa. There’s something strange about this place.’ But there was something else. The dragon lifted his head, blue-green eyes raking across the area as though feeling something in his chest that had nothing to do with the lingering magic so very obviously felt upon the breeze. Something else… Something bright. Familiar. Pryna? Just as quickly, though, the feeling was gone, and Umbra focused back on his companion. Oblivious as she could be, he knew he would need to keep an eye out in order to keep her safe. Runaveig was frowning, a soft little furrow to her brow giving away her displeasure at the thought of leaving, and the young entertainer let out a breath. “But… It’s so beautiful. Can’t we stay for at least a little while? Perhaps take one home? Imagine going back to the troupe and telling them... I don’t even think the elders have seen such a thing as this.” Or, at least, she had never been told about any gem-like flowers that bloomed within Novus. ’I know that you find it beautiful, and you’re right. It is, but… I fear it’s truths, for even the most beautiful of things can hide the darkest of intentions. Come along, Runa.’ The dusk-colored woman turned her golden eyes upon him, lips pursed, and let out another long sigh. Umbra had never steered her wrong before, and if he felt that this place wasn’t right, then perhaps she should go. Still… Turning her head, the woman admired the bed of glittering flowers for a few more seconds before turning around, feeling somewhat heartbroken to leave such a pretty discovery behind. “I wish that I at least had something to sketch with… Maybe Miss Moira will let me have a garden of my own back home?” It was a nice thought, yes, but Runaveig highly doubted her worthiness of such a gift. Maybe at another time. |
***STAFF EDIT
@Runaveig has rolled a 2! She has been awarded +50 signos for interacting with the flowers.
