Blossom

His eyes stayed on the ground, searching for the elusive plant. He knew he would recognize it when he saw it, but try as he might he was unable to bring it to mind, as such he placed a heavy responsibility on his nose to find the herb. The herb should have smelled sharp and fresh, the cool feeling in the nasal cavities was what Torrian was searching for. Just as he found a trace of the scent a soft voice sounded behind him.

He did not react immediately. Instead every move was slow and calculated. The first part of him to move was his right ear. It swiveled upwards and out, followed by his nose. His eyes stayed glued to the ground until the last moment when he lifted his turquoise orbs to look at the bone-white face and blinked once. His lips moved in a silent word and he took a slow step back, his legs now crossed demurely between him and the femme. "Oh. 'tis." He replied in barely a murmur, his head lifting to take in the fiery sky. "Dark soon." He muttered, his flat gaze returning to the femme. Her eyes were a soft misted green, quite similar to the herb he often collected to alleviate his anxiety. He stared unashamedly, blinking quite rarely, his lips pursed together.