petal_storm | This is my world

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miasma au,
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This is my world

Who: Orchid?
When: Some time in the miasma world.
What: A hybrid and her home!

She paced slowly along the edge of the marshland, feet bare as she slogged, testing the waters. Still clean here, the filters were working and the safflowers were coming along, small, white petals bobbing slowly in the fetid breeze. That was good news, safflower and mallowroot would make the utterly detestable cough syrups that were boiled up in fall so much easier for people to swallow. Her Master still didn't know about the village down the thorn path, he was not...social. He liked his games and things on his terms, but growing things for other people in his carefully filtered garden?

Tsk, never.

Honestly he didn't even realize that the miasma didn't effect her. The damp was good for her, and she was plant enough to thrive instead of die. The mild intoxicating effect of her skin would probably shift from drug to poison if she lived in the miasma but...

...visiting she could do. He grew bored and slept more often these days, one seemingly immortal monster waiting for the world to get interesting again. She could steal away and help.

She liked being able to do something. Like the little stream that ran along the thorn path, she'd diverted it from their home garden so the water was clean and fresh for those further down the way. Clean water was nothing to sneer at here. Nor clean, un-mutated plants even if she could only bring them by the handful sometimes...

Her creator had told her, before he left to try to forge another creature that could live in this new world, that she was special. She needed to help...she believed that yes. This was her world, she had to help others survive in it.

That was why today after checking her plants she drew her cloak tight, belting it with a cord and knife sheath before choosing a new path. She check the wild lands...often.

Just in case.

Last time she'd found a flower that was now growing in the far edge of her garden, all knife edges petals and spots, she'd adored it, even if it was not an old world pure strain. New things were beautiful too. Who knew what she'd find today?

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"I am as well, I would hate to feel threatened by the first Flower I've met..." she chuckled. As they moved the slime around them was shifting from goo to...nice, healthy algae and then moss?

"Hmmmm.... neat trick!"

"...trick?" she blinked, glancing over her shoulder.

"The slime."

"Moss an algae are what the slime was initially," she blinked. "That's not a trick, just nature?"

"OH.... hmmmm!"

"They just need a chance to grow healthy for a while," she chuckled softly. "It'll be a tight fit for you, sorry..." Since it was a thin crack in a large stoneface to squeeze through?

"Oh... ack....." He did manage to squeeze through but barely so?"

She chuckled and patted his boor chest and shoulders before reaching over his shoulder to touch the wall, letting the wild rose and honeysuckle twine back into hiding the gap entirely. "My garden, west edge." Considering the whole estate was carved into a cup of stone to protect from miasma well...

"Ah wow..." He noted looking around.

"It is not as impressive as it seems, with good air, water, and soil here and the knack I have to talk things into growing..." it was easy?

"Hmmm," He nodded. "Still better than the town."

"Most towns, yes," she admitted softly. "Take your shoes off and you'll like the feel I promise!"

He did so and took a cautious step. "Ohhhh... yes. That's nice..."

She found herself touching his cheek again, smiling, "that's a smile..."

He smiled wider. "Of course."

"Grim world, it's nice to see a smile," she chuckled softly. "Did you want to see your plant while we're here?"

"Yes please." he nodded.

"This way, it has it's own little hill in the sun to put those lovely leaves to work..." she took his hand, tugging him along.

"Ah." He nodded following her along with a grin. "SPoiled thing."

"Worth a little spoiling," she chuckled. And certainly so, it had wanted to catch every bot of light that the miasma let through so it's leaves were large and delicate looking with patches that almost seemed like stained glass!

"Ah, it mutated."

She reached out to trace a finger along a leaf edge, nodding, "of course. Isn't it glorious?"

"It is... trying to bomb you with mating spores...."

"Also horny," she added wryly, amused. "But that's hardly new for me."

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