sons could be birds,
taken broken up to the mountain
taken broken up to the mountain
An unfortunate fact about Ascended: from a distance, they look like anyone else. In the dark, with daisies nipping their heels… well. Nathaniel is on his way home when he stumbles into this strange scene. The sight of a lone man dancing in the dark, in the middle of the Glade, imprints deeply enough on Nate's brain to override the stranger's unnatural agility. All Nate really thinks is, What the fuck? and then Am I obligated to intervene? in rapid succession. It could be some sort of weird religious rite, after all. Meditation. Practice. Whatever. What does Nate care?
He changes course to pass nearer the bizarre sight, anyway. He is not yet misanthropic enough to leave a stranger in trouble without at least doing so knowingly. And this is how he ends up with things like: flower bite wounds. Or would, if he didn't recognize the danger posed by the large plants which had appeared… oh, last year? Or the year before?
So Nate pauses a good deal away, frowning. "Those bite," he calls out unhelpfully, head cocked, waiting to see what he's dealing with before he gets any further involved.
He changes course to pass nearer the bizarre sight, anyway. He is not yet misanthropic enough to leave a stranger in trouble without at least doing so knowingly. And this is how he ends up with things like: flower bite wounds. Or would, if he didn't recognize the danger posed by the large plants which had appeared… oh, last year? Or the year before?
So Nate pauses a good deal away, frowning. "Those bite," he calls out unhelpfully, head cocked, waiting to see what he's dealing with before he gets any further involved.
