Written On
9/25/2016
Filtered light streams down from the thinned tree line above, its blue and green tinted light kissing pale green skin littered with true green freckles. A sigh, a humanized action, comes from a jagged mouth that expels pure oxygen and then takes back in air through somewhat raised slits for a nose. Pale pink-white petals a top and framing a roundish face are shaken out slightly as the permanently blooming pink-red with pastel pink speckles through out them show of their colors, the stamen shift around and protecting the pistil. Milk white eyes stare directly up as the pink and green Florian closes their mouth in what can be taken as a gentle smile. Their long and flexible finger-like appendages twitching slightly as they sun their face and shoulders, tanning slightly in the filtered light..
After a long moment they exhale again and lower their head to have their petals shade their face and giving the slight illusion of cool. There are many types of Florians from those that need a lot of sunlight to those who only awaken by night. This one shakes out their petals again and shifts their legs around, their shallow roots letting go of their holds in order to allow for walking. Shaking free the dirt they head along a path that only the shade dwelling Florians really know, careful to only lightly place their roots as to keep from rooting even slightly into the ground again.
In the distance they can sense the vibrations of a bustling village, but a lot closer is the heat and heavy breathing of their Demon companion. After a few feet of walking a young demon warrior with claws for hands and whip like tail comes into their senses, the smile on their face widens, “Hello, Escort.” Their Common speech a little less rusty than most their young age, only having petaled with in the past few months. But as the younger and less responsible son of the leader of the village came with some perks, especially the harder Common lessons and the assigned escort.“Did you see any threats today?”
The young demon snorts, “Oh shut up, Ecco. Like any of the warriors would let a Crick or a Pila get past.” He then grinds his teeth together at the thought of any of his kind failing at what they consider a simple task. “We're not Fleshies like you Flos.” Despite the slang and growling nature of the other Ecco just laughs a little, at peace in their home. The plant lift around them bowing to the side as the Florian passes by and creeping up along the demon's ankles as they walk cause him to almost crash a few times and swear many times. “Krek! Will you do your damn part, Flo!”
Ecco laughs again, not quite a sound like the careful forming of words they make, more so several sharp intakes and exhales of air, almost like panting. Milk white eyes close in humor as they feel heat blister on their skin, “Sorry Dregg. I can't help that the plants don't like you.” They sense a burning warmth ahead of them and come to a brief stop. “But thank you for walking me while I ate, I'm sure my Bearer will gladly compensate you when you find them.” And with that they wave themselves off, a cheeky smile on their face, something they sensed more than knew the look of. Just like many of their other senses they just sense them through their skin, sound and taste and touch all blurring together in a complex way to form their singular sense. They cannot smell so taste isn't really that much of a concept, not to mention like all Florians they're blind, unable to visually see the world in a way that the species can. Despite this the species has grown and flourish...
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