A Flower for Your Thoughts
He’d lay there for hours amidst the field of flowers, letting their scent wash over him as the breeze picked up every now and again. Lukel had been here for a day and half without food, without water, just… waiting. He had dreamt about the Seer standing across from him, a field of flowers spread out between the two like a red carpet. The Good Doctor knew that wherever she was, she’d have seen the same thing. It was no fever-dream, no illusion; they had both recognized each other a moment before those ominous clouds in the dream had opened up and spilled out the lifeblood of some unknown god onto the world below.
Perhaps it had been paranoia that had driven people to suspect the flowers immediately, perhaps tensions were running high and there was nothing that would not be held up to suspicion – but he had his own as well. And like he did, he acted on them without consent or pause.
Eating the flowers wasn’t necessarily the best idea, but it would tell him much more quickly what their composition was made of – what tasted of this world and what tasted of ‘otherness’. The bitterness coating his tongue, drying up the saliva that tried to combat it was enough for him. But he continued to lay there, to let the strings disseminate information to him as he let his mind run through calculation after calculation.
Something within these flowers was wrong – did not belong to this world. Each blossom looked like its brother, their formation as exact in diameter and pattern as the next. Nature could not produce something this perfect – not by a long shot. Yet while he heard others coughing and visual hallucinations were confirmed over the linkpearl, he’d not experienced the same. Yet he had to be certain. So he, of course, picked another flower and popped it into his mouth, daring whatever nameless entities watched over him to strike him down now while they still had the chance.
He waited another bell. Then two. When there was still no affliction, a rueful smile split his handsome face, something akin to challenge raging behind his amethyst eyes as he narrowed them on the blue skies overhead. “I do hope you knew what you were doing when you decided to fuck with my people – and they are all my people.”
With that, the man gathered up his suit jacket and opened a line to Neheon. “Miss Kha? I have need of a sample of your blood rather quickly. Where might I find you?”
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