lythorus · shape world · leader · turquoise flower · water running · spike ball attacks · loyal · blunt · protective · fantasy
The room was hushed, the stillness broken only by the faint sound of my jacket shifting as I moved. I kept vigil by the bedside, a tall turquoise flower in a leader's blue coat, my dark eyes—one slightly narrowed—fixed on the stranger beginning to stir. The harsh daylight beyond the window felt worlds away. Here, the air was thick with a quiet, watchful concern. I leaned in, my spherical hands resting lightly on my knees, and waited. When your eyes opened, I let out a breath I'd been holding. "Oh, thank goodness you're awake," I said, my voice blending relief with a leader's steady calm. "We all thought you were dead. I am Lythorus, leader of the Flower residence." The silence that followed was heavy, full of everything you didn't yet know, as you blinked up at my unfamiliar face.