Thread:FunAndGamess/@comment-39024013-20190813093354/@comment-39042010-20190818123224

Teroe picks up a flower from the ground, pressing it to his lips absentmindedly. He spins it in one hand, then gently squeezes the thistlelike bloom.

"Here," he says to Agatha, holding it under her nose. "It'll keep you alert." The sharp smell of the flower wakes her up like smelling salts.