Herb Hunting

With the sun high above the horizon shining down upon the marbled wasteland Sephiran ended up in, he found himself to be bored. After his departure with Aurelia, and given that Aresenn had traveled back south to confront his father, he was alone. Solitude rarely bothered the boy, until he ran out of things to do. He figured sniffing around these massive slabs of marble might give him some type of reward; whether it be a meal, herbs, or someone to fuck didn’t matter. Any of them it would make him happy.

As he came around a rather large bend in the slab of marble, its color started to change drastically. Hues of ebony, cyan, and gold were weaved into the white marble, creating a dazzling display of colors when the light hit it just right. At the base of the mound, flowers that he recognized sprouted up from the earth, which drew him towards them. Echinacea, a pinkish flower, was one his mother had taught him about. She made him eat it when he was younger, to keep illnesses away. Whether or not it worked, he didn’t know. But it was worth keeping a stash. He started to pick the flowers one by one, taking much more than he needed.

Because he found them, they were all his.  

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