Jayce throws a glance or two over his shoulder as they trek. The pile of corpses grows smaller in the distance, but its stench is singed in his nasal cavity. When Lazar hauls off the path, Jayce stills and watches, brow furrowed, for a beat longer than necessary.
Blight rose. Hand lifting to the back of his neck, he approaches the plant cautiously. Inherently, he understands the rarity of a plant that manages to grow in blighted lands and isn't toxic. He thinks he might have come across the name in those first few months of reading, simply to learn this new environment, but the context eludes.
His inhale is just as cautious, though not from distrust. The flower smells as sweet as honey, like the kind of rose whose petals are candied. Entwined with smoke and gore, it still manages to skew favorable.
Jayce inhales again, nose crinkling. "Incredible," he murmurs, stepping back. As the kindness of this act dawns upon him, the tension within his chest ebbs a bit. His hand falls to his side. With sincerity, he adds, "Thanks."
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Blight rose. Hand lifting to the back of his neck, he approaches the plant cautiously. Inherently, he understands the rarity of a plant that manages to grow in blighted lands and isn't toxic. He thinks he might have come across the name in those first few months of reading, simply to learn this new environment, but the context eludes.
His inhale is just as cautious, though not from distrust. The flower smells as sweet as honey, like the kind of rose whose petals are candied. Entwined with smoke and gore, it still manages to skew favorable.
Jayce inhales again, nose crinkling. "Incredible," he murmurs, stepping back. As the kindness of this act dawns upon him, the tension within his chest ebbs a bit. His hand falls to his side. With sincerity, he adds, "Thanks."