The Knight nods in all the proper places, though the first is less than enthusiastic. Idolatry, even here. Well before they'd known truths that were personal, they'd looked at the symbols, understanding their royal connotations from the way through King's Pass. They were unimpressed with the amount of it packed through Hallownest's whole.
They, too, like the flower-lights. Their Nail-paw itches to shatter the glass as they do most others, and they hastily move ahead. Perhaps they'll take one. Or offer to take one on the way out.
The smell of Greenpath doesn't reach them as any smell can't, though they nodded to it, but they've got an idea of what's past here already. The greenhouse had been distinct.
It's a large room, full of glass panes that would let in sun if there were any. Instead, the center of the room has a circle of stones that glow greenish-blue.
There are trellises and other ornate pieces near the glass walls, all covered in dead vines and sad piles of leaves. The empty dirt is peppered with pipes that stick straight upward, most rusted over.
The plants that do live are growing best in circles over dirt near the odd stones, cracking through the edges of the path into sharp-stone gravel. Most are overtaken by grasses native to Hallownest, though odd plants with curved leaves and the orb-shaped pinkish flowers peek through. There are no Delicate Flowers; the only white ones that exist here are far taller, non-glowing with hanging petals twice the size of their body.
The Knight deliberately stops beneath one of those drooping flowers, tapping the white with their horns. It doesn't try eating them. They didn't think so, but after many surprises in Greenpath, they thought it better to check before Lemm gets near.
There's a bench near the back, with an entire feather that reaches near the ceiling from where it was stuck into the floor directly behind it. They're going to sit there in a moment, after poking the flower a bit more. It's soft.
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They, too, like the flower-lights. Their Nail-paw itches to shatter the glass as they do most others, and they hastily move ahead. Perhaps they'll take one. Or offer to take one on the way out.
The smell of Greenpath doesn't reach them as any smell can't, though they nodded to it, but they've got an idea of what's past here already. The greenhouse had been distinct.
It's a large room, full of glass panes that would let in sun if there were any. Instead, the center of the room has a circle of stones that glow greenish-blue.
There are trellises and other ornate pieces near the glass walls, all covered in dead vines and sad piles of leaves. The empty dirt is peppered with pipes that stick straight upward, most rusted over.
The plants that do live are growing best in circles over dirt near the odd stones, cracking through the edges of the path into sharp-stone gravel. Most are overtaken by grasses native to Hallownest, though odd plants with curved leaves and the orb-shaped pinkish flowers peek through. There are no Delicate Flowers; the only white ones that exist here are far taller, non-glowing with hanging petals twice the size of their body.
The Knight deliberately stops beneath one of those drooping flowers, tapping the white with their horns. It doesn't try eating them. They didn't think so, but after many surprises in Greenpath, they thought it better to check before Lemm gets near.
There's a bench near the back, with an entire feather that reaches near the ceiling from where it was stuck into the floor directly behind it. They're going to sit there in a moment, after poking the flower a bit more. It's soft.