petal_storm | This is my world

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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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"Obviously we need to conduct field studies," she chuckled. "How are you and thorns?"

"I'm alright with them why?"

"Good the path we're taking is the thorn path. It keeps them...safe."

"The village?"

"Yes."

"WHy?"

"Because I like them and I want to help," she admitted softly.

"NO why do they need protecting?"

"It is a harsh world," she noted softly. "Monsters roam, powerful people demand tribute, disease...what isn't there reason to protect from?"

"I just thought there was something specific."

"No, though I do hope my Master doesn't find it. I like villages where he doesn't have eyes."

"Ah," He nodded.

"And the people are kind," she smiled softly as she slipped through another crack in the wall, one with a small stream running through it.

"Alright." HE smiled.

"Of course now I've jinxed it and this will be a horrible day..." she laughed, as thorns pulled away into a path.

"I hope not." He smiled.

"Will you still like me if we're doomed?" she chuckled.

"Absolutely." he smiled.

"Ah, good, that makes the idea humorous instead of tragic," she laughed over her shoulder.

"Stilll just don't be surprised if people dislike me..."

"Well we can start off with the person who growls at everyone even if he likes them? That way I build up a tolerance!" Because she could rationalize 'everyone is growled at by Honey' instead of brain looping to try to figure out WHY Jaeger wasn't liked!

"Alright." HE smiled.

"You're a very agreeable person..." she teased.

"Eh... I try not to give people any more reason to hate me."

"Far better targets for that," she agreed easily.

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