when hope and peace begin to fray
Know that daybreak is not far away
Though she’s certain Deimos can keep Belial properly away from the plants, her eyes sharpen as they turn to the peryton, tensed and ready to help divert. The plants make her uncomfortable, tense. It reminds her of the necessity of Vi’s roses, of the blight and the sickness that had descended upon Caido in a veritable plague. It reminds her of desperately trying every tincture and even mild poison to try to chase it out of Abasi, her friends, her family. The bitter smell of the flower seems to taunt her. Know that daybreak is not far away
Deimos’ presence at her side keeps it at bay, but it lingers in the back of her mind, waiting for an opening.
“I’ll try to heal it first. Then we should try each element if we can - see if it interacts at all.” So little had come of the investigations into the previous blight that she isn’t holding out hope for any reactions, but it’s her duty to try. This is her realm, without question. As she lets her healing magic flow outward past her gloves and into the flower, she considers Deimos’ theory. “It’s entirely possible. But that would mean the weather is unnatural too - which we already suspected. So it’s something much bigger then.” No mere storms in the wake of a strange meteor. No, this would mean something far more dire.
Evergreen
