Lemm manages to drag himself away from the light fixtures and past the curtain, letting it fall behind him with a soft swish.
"Well-travelled," he mutters to himself. Then, louder, because he remembers again that he's not the only person he can talk to right now: "She was well-travelled. I wouldn't think any of this is from here..." He wanders forwards.
He examines the standing stones and the plants that still find success around them. He understands very little of plant cultivation, but he turns to see the Knight fiddling with one of the flowers and his lack of expertise doesn't feel very notable.
These flowers don't seem to be spitting plumes of toxicity or doing any biting. There is an urge to make a nuisance of himself.
While they're preoccupied a hand comes out and applies a little force behind the pliable stem. The plant bends with a little effort, and the flower clumsily dips over the Knight's head like they're the pendulum of a stag bell.
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"Well-travelled," he mutters to himself. Then, louder, because he remembers again that he's not the only person he can talk to right now: "She was well-travelled. I wouldn't think any of this is from here..." He wanders forwards.
He examines the standing stones and the plants that still find success around them. He understands very little of plant cultivation, but he turns to see the Knight fiddling with one of the flowers and his lack of expertise doesn't feel very notable.
These flowers don't seem to be spitting plumes of toxicity or doing any biting. There is an urge to make a nuisance of himself.
While they're preoccupied a hand comes out and applies a little force behind the pliable stem. The plant bends with a little effort, and the flower clumsily dips over the Knight's head like they're the pendulum of a stag bell.