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Juni: grumbles something incomprehensible, but obviously in pain

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Juni: steps back and wraps her wings around herself “be quiet..” she mumbles

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Juni: sits next to Resh “that insufferable son of a bitch…” she grumbles

Resh: pulls out some pain pills and gives them to Juni “Hey, just try to relax. You know being angry will make the headache worse.”

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Nathaniel: Perking his head up, he turns around with the buttercup in his hand. This was a chance to be somewhat personable. "This?" He gestures to the flower. "It's a buttercup. It's my favorite flower."

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Naveil: looks up at the flower, and then Nathaniel (he's short) "Your favorite..? But what part are you supposed to eat?"

Nathaniel: Looks at Naveil with a dumbfound expression. "It-it's a flower, kid. They're supposed to look nice and smell nice. Not eat!" He thinks about it for a second, then nonchalantly says. "But you can eat the yellow parts." Despite popular belief (and because I'm making this up on the spot), Nathaniel likes small things — when he doesn't want to crush them.

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Naveil: looks down at the other flowers on the forest floor "At home, the crops they grow…" He pauses for a moment. "The crops they grew… we ate them. You call them 'flowers?'"

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(I’m just gonna assume my characters just went into the woods for whatever reason so uh-)

Tseth and Alex: They return from the large forest, looking slightly winded but otherwise completely fine.

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Juni: looks up, squints, and looks back down, hissing in pain

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Naveil: looks down at the other flowers on the forest floor "At home, the crops they grow…" He pauses for a moment. "The crops they grew… we ate them. You call them 'flowers?'"

Nathaniel: Looks down at the other flowers. He was fond of them. They reminded him of his late sister. He missed her greatly. "Yes, we call them flowers. They are for decoration and symbolism." He places the buttercup in his hair — something his sister did. "But we also grow crops." He gets quite, memories consuming him.