VARUS
There is one thing that Varus is quite good at, and that’s following through with his vows. He’s told Isla that he’d pay her back some day for chopping off his arm and for looking after it while he figures out a way that it might be useful to replace it. And she had informed him that she liked flowers. So what better than to commit that particular thing to memory, spending the latter half of the evening in the night markets in search of flowers — should be easy, given its Flowerbirth after all — and when he’s finally found a bouquet that accurately shows how thankful he is for her chopping off his arm? Well, he picks that one and moves on.
It’s not particularly a cohesive bouquet, not by looks alone, but within it sits moon flowers, night blooming jasmine, and the crowning jewel? Vibrant yellow evening primrose — a flower that only blooms at night. He’s picked these with the idea that given their Ascension, she might get the most appreciation out of them when she’s up and about during the cover of night. But the primrose? That one he’s heard rumors about having something to do with medicine.
So it’s a double bonus, one that despite his harder edges proves that he pays attention to the things around him, the things that are said around him too. And with it bound and ready in his one hand, he slips into the temple, heading straight toward the infirmary, suddenly wondering if she’d be there at all. Luckily (or unluckily for him?) she both is and isn’t. Halfway to the Infirmary, he spies her walking away, doing his best to catch up to her. “Hey! Isla!” He calls out, trotting up to catch up with her.
It’s not particularly a cohesive bouquet, not by looks alone, but within it sits moon flowers, night blooming jasmine, and the crowning jewel? Vibrant yellow evening primrose — a flower that only blooms at night. He’s picked these with the idea that given their Ascension, she might get the most appreciation out of them when she’s up and about during the cover of night. But the primrose? That one he’s heard rumors about having something to do with medicine.
So it’s a double bonus, one that despite his harder edges proves that he pays attention to the things around him, the things that are said around him too. And with it bound and ready in his one hand, he slips into the temple, heading straight toward the infirmary, suddenly wondering if she’d be there at all. Luckily (or unluckily for him?) she both is and isn’t. Halfway to the Infirmary, he spies her walking away, doing his best to catch up to her. “Hey! Isla!” He calls out, trotting up to catch up with her.
and i find sorrow in idle minds
and solace in being heard
and solace in being heard
