[ If only she knew. Yet there is something eternal about his soul, for death has persisted as long as life, always its shadow, and so for all those musings feel new to him, they also...feel as old as time. It's a complex feeling, one that he cannot begin to unravel.
As is the one that swells within him at the sight of the wildflowers that bloom from her magic. With a soft gasp, she enraptures him, demonstrating creation with such ease that it takes his breath away. To create life as easily as he grants death should be no simple feat, and yet perhaps in the magic of her world, life is just unceasingly abundant. It's remarkable. ]
Fern-san...
[ He'd known she was powerful from their battle together, but this is something else entirely. Stepping nearer and crouching down, he pinches one of the wildflowers between his fingers, twirling its stem. ]
May I keep one of these? Will it wilt, once plucked?
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As is the one that swells within him at the sight of the wildflowers that bloom from her magic. With a soft gasp, she enraptures him, demonstrating creation with such ease that it takes his breath away. To create life as easily as he grants death should be no simple feat, and yet perhaps in the magic of her world, life is just unceasingly abundant. It's remarkable. ]
Fern-san...
[ He'd known she was powerful from their battle together, but this is something else entirely. Stepping nearer and crouching down, he pinches one of the wildflowers between his fingers, twirling its stem. ]
May I keep one of these? Will it wilt, once plucked?