[Ain can't imagine not seeing just... scenery. Nature. Things around to look at, old scenery from civilizations long gone, pretty new things from people who came in. Stories told in the way the grass bends and songs sung amidst wildflowers.
He flicks his wrist, and blue glyphs float over his shoulder. From one of his hands blooms a flower made of ice, which he hands over to Wolfwood, putting it in his palm.]
It's not a real flower. I can't make those, and that one's gonna melt anyway... but here. Now you can say you've gotten to hold a special flower that doesn't grow anywhere else!
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[Ain can't imagine not seeing just... scenery. Nature. Things around to look at, old scenery from civilizations long gone, pretty new things from people who came in. Stories told in the way the grass bends and songs sung amidst wildflowers.
He flicks his wrist, and blue glyphs float over his shoulder. From one of his hands blooms a flower made of ice, which he hands over to Wolfwood, putting it in his palm.]
It's not a real flower. I can't make those, and that one's gonna melt anyway... but here. Now you can say you've gotten to hold a special flower that doesn't grow anywhere else!