in terms of divinity, this was not his field of expertise. there was a general respect for the flora, all deities had it. however, he, himself, did not care for plants. he did not care for flowers or anything else in that matter. in fact, he isn’t too sure why he had stumbled into this ceremony in the first place. was it the call to find a sense of familiarity, or the subtle curiosity to witness a new location ---- he did not know. but it certainly made him reminisce.
a celebration dedicated to the growth of a seed was something the god of nature would have loved to partake in. kurowli could practically hear their voice now, lilted and serene, echoing pointless facts about the kind of blossoms that grew around here. if not, then in an obnoxious lecture over kurowli’s lack of care for such a humble tradition.
he huffs, quite relieved they were not actually present.
among the masses, among the blur of unknown faces, only one was distinguishable enough and he could not help but frown at them. the flimsy girl looked as if she would topple over in any second carrying a bucket load of water from the lake’s surface. or worse, collapse due to the weight she was pulling.
“--- it is no surprise that someone like you would be here.” his voice is rather gruff as he approaches kanon, her struggles impossible to hide from him. “and you are as foolish as ever ! if you need assistance, then say so. you would only have yourself to blame if injury happens.”
without warning, kurowli snatches the bucket from trembling hands and into his own. a rather harsh act that had spilled some water over the rim and onto the ground, accidentally. “give me this. i will carry it for you.”
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