it's just a spark, but it's enough to keep me going
The Tanglefoot was known for its sentient vines, and when Sohalia had heard that, she'd determined that she simply had to see it for herself.
It was Flowerbirth, the young woman's favorite time of year, when all the plants emerged from their winter slumber to blossom, even more beautiful than they'd been the year before. The day was bright and sunny, though one could hardly tell it from within the jungle. Rays of light speckled the forest floor from where the sun shone through the canopy of leaves overhead, illuminating small swathes of vines and other plant and animal life.
Sohalia wandered carefully across the jungle floor, giggling as the vines did indeed move beneath her feet. They lifted her into the air, higher and higher, enough that she could take a seat on some of the low-hanging branches of the trees around her. With one last laugh, she settled amongst the boughs, her legs dangling from the tree as she leaned against the giant's trunk.
In truth, she had two reasons for coming here today. The first was to see the vines, but the second... well, that was a different matter entirely. Digging in her bag, she found what she was looking for: a jeweled pin, bright and shiny, in the shape of a lovely spring flower. She intended to leave it somewhere for Ghilio, the Flowerbirth seasonal deity. But where would be best to leave it?
It was Flowerbirth, the young woman's favorite time of year, when all the plants emerged from their winter slumber to blossom, even more beautiful than they'd been the year before. The day was bright and sunny, though one could hardly tell it from within the jungle. Rays of light speckled the forest floor from where the sun shone through the canopy of leaves overhead, illuminating small swathes of vines and other plant and animal life.
Sohalia wandered carefully across the jungle floor, giggling as the vines did indeed move beneath her feet. They lifted her into the air, higher and higher, enough that she could take a seat on some of the low-hanging branches of the trees around her. With one last laugh, she settled amongst the boughs, her legs dangling from the tree as she leaned against the giant's trunk.
In truth, she had two reasons for coming here today. The first was to see the vines, but the second... well, that was a different matter entirely. Digging in her bag, she found what she was looking for: a jeweled pin, bright and shiny, in the shape of a lovely spring flower. She intended to leave it somewhere for Ghilio, the Flowerbirth seasonal deity. But where would be best to leave it?
and when it's dark out, no one's around; it keeps glowing
SohaLia
