the first cut was the deepest, but it healed up whole
Between the two large burial mounds, sat the level portion of Meadowreach. He can see the roof of the House of Midnight from here and the road that slips through the ground, carving out a little easy to follow path that prevented random routes being taken all over the flat portion. There’s a few wild unicorns off to the left in the distance, grazing amongst the grasses and flowers, swishing their tails as Sunjata preps for the day, a wagon with an ox attached to it that he’s scratching the neck of gently.
Settled in the wagon is a multitude of baskets, for everyone to spread out and collect, as well as whatever tools they needed to get them out – root and all. The morning itself is a bright one, a sign of Longheat on the horizon, warm and calm with a wonderful sweet breeze as the flowers bloom and dance with each gentle gust. It’s only when those he’s invited arrive that the Flood turns to Colt and Hawthorn with a lopsided smile.
“Thanks for coming out. We’ve gotta collect some flowers from here and put them in the wagon so we can plant them in the Barrows next. So we’re gonna need basically a shit ton of them.” Gesturing to the baskets in question and how big the wagon was, it only seemed to make sense that they’d need a whole fuckin’ lot of them. “Oh, and root and all. So, we can spread out if that might cover more ground or stick to one path.” Leaving the option open for them, the Flood’s content to go either way depending on what they thought.
Lets go get some flowers!
Settled in the wagon is a multitude of baskets, for everyone to spread out and collect, as well as whatever tools they needed to get them out – root and all. The morning itself is a bright one, a sign of Longheat on the horizon, warm and calm with a wonderful sweet breeze as the flowers bloom and dance with each gentle gust. It’s only when those he’s invited arrive that the Flood turns to Colt and Hawthorn with a lopsided smile.
“Thanks for coming out. We’ve gotta collect some flowers from here and put them in the wagon so we can plant them in the Barrows next. So we’re gonna need basically a shit ton of them.” Gesturing to the baskets in question and how big the wagon was, it only seemed to make sense that they’d need a whole fuckin’ lot of them. “Oh, and root and all. So, we can spread out if that might cover more ground or stick to one path.” Leaving the option open for them, the Flood’s content to go either way depending on what they thought.
Lets go get some flowers!
the flood
and the next one was a soft touch, but i bled out below
totally sniped from odd ilu
Feel free to use magic/force on Sunjata, without killing him <3
Sunjata speaks with an Australian accent and has a passive magic that makes him produce a subtle scent that matches exactly to whatever those around him most desire him to smell like.
