Sing to me, I am not doing well
Getting tired of my own words
Quietly relieved that he didn't insist on pursuing the inquiry into her state of mind, Maea was more than happy to help. His was an investigation she had been very involved with in the recent past, and for once she knew exactly what to say. Getting tired of my own words
"Ah, I see. You may want to try theology. From what I know little has been studied about those flowers beyond their immediate uses as cleansing material, and theiy are treated more like miracles than actual plants." Leading the way to a different section, she pointed out a few old tomes and a fairly new account of modern sightings. "This mentions the use of the Lily in regards to the Voice's plague some years ago," she said, "and the rest has fragmented mentions of what you are looking for."
Turning back to Sah, her shoulders rose and fell in a light shrug. "I'm afraid that's it. Any more recent encounters with either roses or lilies has not made it into the records yet. All I know is they have been found in the Climb and in the Greatwood in the past..." Cocking her head aside, the white silk of her hair spilled across the dark velvet of her dress as she gazed at the Wild Thunder, wondering if any of that helped at all.
Sing to me, cause I can't hear myself
through the loudness of my own hurts
through the loudness of my own hurts
base inspired by Odd <3
