He'd been working hard to 'get good' over the past two years and he was no longer the scrawny weed that Melita had saved in the Climb, but his hair was still shaggy and his skin was still browned by sun and wind. He jumped over a vine that slithered and snapped at his feet like a snake and made a rude gesture at it before turning back to the Honeybee with a rueful grin.
If he rubbed the back of his neck any harder the skin was likely to come off.
"Had some deliveries t'make in Haulani," he explained, wincing a little at the fresh memory of Flora's mourning misery. "An' while I was there, a lady hired me t'get some fancy flowers that she said grew out here. Bitey orchids, or somethin', she called 'em. I thought they'd be easy t'find, but everything here bites."
As they spoke, Boreal was breathing a warning trickle of flame at a knife-edged fern that rustled menacingly in her direction. It shied away from the heat and she harrumphed in satisfaction and went to sit beside Fangorn, perhaps looking for solidarity in numbers.
"I, uh, I don't suppose you've seen anything orchid-y around here?" he asked hopefully.
If he rubbed the back of his neck any harder the skin was likely to come off.
"Had some deliveries t'make in Haulani," he explained, wincing a little at the fresh memory of Flora's mourning misery. "An' while I was there, a lady hired me t'get some fancy flowers that she said grew out here. Bitey orchids, or somethin', she called 'em. I thought they'd be easy t'find, but everything here bites."
As they spoke, Boreal was breathing a warning trickle of flame at a knife-edged fern that rustled menacingly in her direction. It shied away from the heat and she harrumphed in satisfaction and went to sit beside Fangorn, perhaps looking for solidarity in numbers.
"I, uh, I don't suppose you've seen anything orchid-y around here?" he asked hopefully.
