His eyes followed where Maea said, realizing that the purple hadn't been a trick of his mind, the Void flowers interspersed amongst the roses in the hedges. It unsettled him enough to make his breathing shallow, cautious and rimmed with terrified anticipation.
They're just flowers. They're just flowers. They're just flowers.
The words repeated through his head like a mantra, trying to convince himself there was no reason to panic despite being surrounded by the Void. His head still moved back and forth in a scanning motion, worried they might suddenly become sentient and reach out to snag at them. Soldierly instincts and his protective nature kept him from running, shoulders tense and grip iron tight against his sword hilt.
Hadama's voice helped keep him focused, reminding him he could do something about it, and he raised his sword to begin stabbing at daisies. The moment his sword hissed and sizzled against the first set of purple petals, an oppressive, near debilitating dread settled on his chest. Zavien squeezed his eyes closed against the violet hues that spread over his vision, shifting into the image of a roaring yeti that sent his pulse racing faster in his ears. A sharp pain hit his side like a branding reminder - a reminder of what happens when facing the Void. Was this going to anger the Family? Was this going to be the final straw that convinced them to finish him off? Were these flowers going to get him killed again?
He staggered with the force of the emotions, his free hand reaching to clutch at his side while his eyes opened to see the sky slowly closing above them. Only the fear of being trapped with the daisies had him hastily swinging his sword at the hedges. His face was scrunched in a grimace, green eyes shining with the force of his paranoia as he attempted to stop the spread.
Zavien struggles to attack the daisies and keep the vines from trapping them.
They're just flowers. They're just flowers. They're just flowers.
The words repeated through his head like a mantra, trying to convince himself there was no reason to panic despite being surrounded by the Void. His head still moved back and forth in a scanning motion, worried they might suddenly become sentient and reach out to snag at them. Soldierly instincts and his protective nature kept him from running, shoulders tense and grip iron tight against his sword hilt.
Hadama's voice helped keep him focused, reminding him he could do something about it, and he raised his sword to begin stabbing at daisies. The moment his sword hissed and sizzled against the first set of purple petals, an oppressive, near debilitating dread settled on his chest. Zavien squeezed his eyes closed against the violet hues that spread over his vision, shifting into the image of a roaring yeti that sent his pulse racing faster in his ears. A sharp pain hit his side like a branding reminder - a reminder of what happens when facing the Void. Was this going to anger the Family? Was this going to be the final straw that convinced them to finish him off? Were these flowers going to get him killed again?
He staggered with the force of the emotions, his free hand reaching to clutch at his side while his eyes opened to see the sky slowly closing above them. Only the fear of being trapped with the daisies had him hastily swinging his sword at the hedges. His face was scrunched in a grimace, green eyes shining with the force of his paranoia as he attempted to stop the spread.
Zavien struggles to attack the daisies and keep the vines from trapping them.
Zavien
