how glorious a greeting the sun gives the mountains
"I think this is an ancient thing," you remark a little absently, still utterly captivated by the gnarled, reaching, whispering hedges. Eyes upturned as you wander deeper, you find yourself spinning around a little, trying to take it all in at once. If only you were a prey animal with monocular vision you would be able to see a wider angle! To observe more carefully and thoroughly all that's around you.
Maybe that way you wouldn't keep getting separated from the girls you go adventuring with.
For someone who makes many rapid movements, you never really hurry. You're just too perpetually distracted, always stopping to investigate what catches your eye, always wanting to learn about everything. Reaching out with your magic, you begin coaxing one of the newer leaf buds into view while answering Melita's question thoughtfully. "Well, all livin' things are driven by their biologic needs. Food an' reproduction an' stuff. But the simpler ones - like plants - don't really make decisions 'bout it. That takes a little bit'a sentience."
Of course, you haven't been paying attention to the girl who drifts further and further into the Labyrinth. Coming out of your thoughtful reverie at last you turn to face her, only to find... nothing. There is no sign of the girl with maple-bark hair, whether because she has slipped around a corner or because the bushes are conspiring to separate the pair of you. "Melita?" you call out, furrowing your brows. "Didja go in deeper?"
Maybe that way you wouldn't keep getting separated from the girls you go adventuring with.
For someone who makes many rapid movements, you never really hurry. You're just too perpetually distracted, always stopping to investigate what catches your eye, always wanting to learn about everything. Reaching out with your magic, you begin coaxing one of the newer leaf buds into view while answering Melita's question thoughtfully. "Well, all livin' things are driven by their biologic needs. Food an' reproduction an' stuff. But the simpler ones - like plants - don't really make decisions 'bout it. That takes a little bit'a sentience."
Of course, you haven't been paying attention to the girl who drifts further and further into the Labyrinth. Coming out of your thoughtful reverie at last you turn to face her, only to find... nothing. There is no sign of the girl with maple-bark hair, whether because she has slipped around a corner or because the bushes are conspiring to separate the pair of you. "Melita?" you call out, furrowing your brows. "Didja go in deeper?"
