Watch Your Step — Netbook

[bajamutblast]

[Early in April, a note appears in everyone's netbooks. It's written with a steady, if fanciful hand.]

In a few weeks, a number of flowers will begin to propagate within the woods. I have laid these out along the perimeter, just a few feet within the start of the trees.
These flowers will be either white or purple, I know not how they will develop. I will include a sketch below of what they will look like.
Whatever color they are, they are dangerous when consumed and deadly when applied to wounds. Take heed and do not pluck them unless you are adequately prepared.

[True to his word, Dion draws a flower below. It isn't professional by any stretch, he's no artist, but it gets the job done.]

Comments

inflicts you

[rabbithearted]

[after avoiding the netbook for days because YIKES --]

Why would you plant deadly flowers willy nilly where we go about our lives?

[a few seconds, before he adds below "we":] (and a bunch of people's pets, I GUESS)

ew

[bajamutblast]

If you would not mind re-reading, you will find that I specifically said "within the woods." This is a place that we should not be going about our lives, given the inherent danger. Nor should their pets.
As for my reason, I would rather not spout it off where certain forces may seek to interfere with the plans I have put into motion

rude

[rabbithearted]

I'm sure people forage just inside the woods.

Have YOU ever tried telling a dumb dog or a stubborn cat what to do?

yea and

[bajamutblast]

No? But I am rather proficient in commanding dragons and their ilk. I cannot imagine you would tell me they are easier to handle than some domestic creatures, hm?

[rabbithearted]

[ohhhh, this guy. val isn't an animal person, himself (i mean literally he is but he isn't a PET ENJOYER) but he knows. he knows.]

Get a cat and try to train it.

Also who the hell COMMANDS dragons?

[bajamutblast]

[If he knew what Val was, he would have a very pithy comment to offer. Instead...]

The leader of the Holy Order of Knights Dragoon, of course.

[rabbithearted]

You just made that up on the spot.

[bajamutblast]

Nonsense!
I made it up eight years ago, when I founded the order myself!

[rabbithearted]

Okay, sure. So that makes you about, what, 12?

[bajamutblast]

No?
28, if you must know.

[rabbithearted]

Eh, that puts you close enough to an edgy teenager at the time.

[bajamutblast]

Yes, that math was correct. I believe I was eighteen at the time!