AESIOR OPHELES
✯ — got spirits in my head and they won't go
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The crops had been a thing that had escaped his own mind with recent events, his thoughts going to his own outcrop of flowers. They should be fine, flowers could be hardy enough. He'd have to check on them eventually, but that would be for later. Instead, his attention was on the gathering of bodies around the crops, his ears flicking as he approached them. Eyes going to the sky for a moment, enjoying the sunlight without words, residing in his domestic body. Following after the others, quietly coming up to them, flicking an ear as he observed. They were coming along, as was to be expected of s first year's yield. They did well for it being the first year, even with accidental ignorance. He would remain in the background, rolling his eyes at Cleo's words, shoulders rolling.
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THE FLOWER BURNS