10-28-2020, 11:08 PM
Bahano
As he stepped down the crumbling roads of the Abandoned Coastal Village, He noticed the mist growing, and the whispers of words carried along with the wind. Ghosts. Spirit sight let him see a fair two or three, but he didn't wish to intrude on spirits who he never knew when alive. Only words he spoke as he stepped into the village were permission to fix paths, redirect foliage. It seemed they allowed it; the mist wasn't obscuring his vision too much. So he stepped on, gently persuading vines to grow elsewhere, weeds to die within the cracks in the roads, bushes to trim themselves, and trees to hold up their drooping branches. It wasn't much energy, as he didn't force foliage to grow or suddenly stop immediately, he simply set the seeds within their root interface, persuaded them to die and wither, to grow and change course.
Gentle words on the winds thanked him, explaining that some members of Alithis would trip or get caught. He chased out rats, aided other rodents in the steady cold, and even cleaned up the streets with a gentle breeze. All this time, he was singing softly to himself - a song he sang to many a friend, many a lover. As he stopped to get a look at the scenery, two pink flowers sprouted from a crack in the street. A Chrysanthemum and Pink Orchid. Death and love, together. The two flowers were twined together, living in harmony. It was sudden death for both the Chrysanthemum and Orchid, both withering up and dying before his eyes before he could even blink. Shocked, he stepped back. What did he even think up?
A haphazard shrug rolled from his shoulders as he went on to continue fix foliage and persuade them, gentler this time.
" THEY NEVER HAD IT LIKE ME, LIKE ME / THEY NEVER REALLY LIKED ME, LIKED ME! " ————————————————— ˊˎ˗