Event Twenty-Five.

[awashmods]

I'd like to creep into the wood And see the bonnets blue, And hear the bluebells ringing loud, I wish I could -- don't you?

t's another day, another month, and another time for people to show up in the well. You'd better go rescue them! Never mind the fact that you woke up with a flower in your hands. It's probably fine. Don't mind it at all. It's not like it's hard to ignore a little flower. (At least, not until the effects start to kick in. Better go rescue the people in the well before they do.) Oh, right. Even the people in the well have flowers, so... things are going to be a little ridiculous very quickly, when all of those side effects kick in. Have fun! Welcome to Awash's Twenty-fifth event log, everyone! Further information on this event can be found here at the OOC post. You are welcome to make your own logs and posts for this event! If there are any questions, please ask them here. Thank you!

Comments

I'M SORRY THIS IS SUPER LATE I had no notif for this one

[whitelotus]

[ In all fairness Binghe would have moved it away from an adult too, not at all wanting anyone else to inflict such bad luck upon themselves. He can deal with it, others may not be so lucky and it wouldn't be the best arrival if someone else was taken out by random falling objects.]

I can manage.

[ Still, Binghe would be a liar if he said he wasn't curious about this small one. They did help with the clothes so he puts the flower on the ground between them, watching closely to see what happens.]

NO PROBLEM I LOST IT TOO

[wooden_one]

[The moment the flower is down, he crouches down. He reaches out to hold his hand close to the flower, hovering above it but not quite touching.

He frowns. He couldn't sense anything. Yet...

He tried forming a barrier around the flower, something to seal the flower behind a translucent, golden dome with patterns of haitang blossoms swirling on the surface.]

Do you feel any difference?

[whitelotus]

[ Binghe watches as the youngster forms a barrier around the offending plant, noticing just how seamless the other seems to be making it. Binghe may not think he's the smartest cookie when it comes to cultivation, but he certainly can tell when he's seeing something unexpected! ]

No, this one doesn't feel anything, but then there was no feeling of anything being different when climbing out the well.

[ He pauses, looking at the kid again. ]

Do you feel anything?

[wooden_one]

...nothing. Whatever it is, it isn't anything I can recognize.

[He frowned and doesn't think about how a child shouldn't sound like they'd seen many such situations. Really. Would a child this age even be allowed outside of the sect areas?

He considered the flower a bit longer, then he dismissed the barrier before reaching into his robes to pull out a blank talisman.]

Do you have anything to write with?

[...blood was an option, he supposed. But this particular talisman needed more precision than he could usually manage with a bitten finger tip.