@lilac-doctor
There are a numerous amount of other things Gretchen could’ve found herself doing that night. Picking flowers was not one of them.
The pads of the league hunter’s boots trampled over the dead and decaying weeds adorning the entrance to another dead and decaying piece of nature: Byrgenwyrth. The origins of the healing church’s madness lay deep within the forbidden woods, shrouded in moonlight, and infested with vermin of the cosmos.
But, no matter, for there was only one vermin she needed bother with preserving.
There is a bloom that grows there, an ailing confederate had confided in her, that will lift ones thoughts out of the depths of nightmares upon sleep, and into better dreams as they slip into slumber.
“What a mess the children of the stars make.” Gretchen murmured, kicking away spilt eyeballs from containers and brushing away the stirred-up dust from her trousers.
Wearing her nurse’s uniform here would’ve meant extra time back home scrubbing it after this trip, so her hunting attire had to do. Gretchen looked to the top of the stairs and saw no one there. She remembered the poor, vermin-infested dear she had to put down from her initial visit to this abandoned place.
Out on the balcony of the second floor sat the empty chair of the provost, still lightly rocking as though it’s occupant still resided in an incorporeal state. The brunette gazed over the edge on one side, but quickly had to retreat her gaze, lest her head be singed to a crisp.
Down below lay the vermin she sought: a ghastly beast of the voids beyond, with nothing less than the flower she needed perched on the end of its longest, flame-producing tendril.
Her senses sharpened back to her days as a survivor, in a world full of flesh-hungry beasts, but as she drew her sword...
*CRASH!*
Her eyes turned back towards the building. From the sounds of it, a large amount of books had fallen. Which meant one very important thing: she’d been followed.
