“Me too,” Mikleo said, though he was already out by the time Sorey finally laid back down. “It was just.flowers, and…stuff.” Sorey stared at Mikleo. He could feel the petal fray in his hold. “What was it about?” the water seraph mumbled. Sorey would be lying if he tried to claim that some part of him wasn’t fond of the endearingly human way Mikleo had taken to sleeping. His hands slid under the pillow, pressed together like a prayer. Mikleo made a sound somewhere between a groan and an affirmative grunt. Sorey’s hand clenched tight around the petal and he smiled. He wondered if perhaps the far more important question here to answer instead was: yes it was pretty, but why was it in his throat? It had been the cause of such discomfort mere minutes prior why was it so beautiful? Sorey turned the petal over and over, tracing its surface. ![]() It was strangely hypnotic to see such a bright, pretty blue thing lie there so innocently, damp with his own saliva. He curled forward, covering his mouth until finally he felt the slip and slide of something soft fall out of his mouth and into the palm of his hand. Sorey’s knees pulled up to form a tent in the blanket. Alisha slept without a care in the bed to their left, and Edna and Lailah were nowhere to be seen. He pressed his other hand to the mattress beneath him as if holding himself upright would help get whatever was stuck in his airway out. Sorey sat up and pressed a hand to his throat with a wince. He forgot all about the petal until Marlind, when a second one surfaced in the middle of the night. Sorey dropped the petal, spun, and parried off the beast that came for him with an open maw. His voice was strangely distant.īack to the fray, then as quickly as he had left it. He couldn’t remember eating flowers for breakfast. Something was rising with every awkward and half-obscured breath and when whatever-it-was turned out to be soft and tickled his lip after he coughed it up, he curiously lifted it away to see a soft blue petal.įunny, he thought as he stared at the petal pinched between his two fingers in puzzled shock. He shoved himself in between, behind the water seraph, and swung his sword in a wide arch to move the enemy and the other beast with it back. Sorey had just deflected a hellion that had charged for Mikleo’s open back-a weird and filmy moment in the Shepherd’s memory-and felt a tickle in the back of his throat. The first petal came without warning, in the middle of a fight while on their way to Rayfalke Spiritcrest.
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