The path winds up and across a ridge, dotted with trees thick with the coarse green fuzz of early spring growth. The occasional explosion of a flowering white or yellow tree and red brush punctuates the scene. Every color but pink.
"Now that I think about it, it's a good thing none of us are allergic to this stuff." He mutters offhand as they pass a peculiar tree speckled with yellow and black flowers that flutter animatedly in the breeze. "Considering our immune systems and the fact that they may not actually be used to things from different... wh... wah... WAHCHOO!"
Looks like he spoke too soon. More notably the moment he sneezes, every flower on the tree above him seems to shudder strangely at once. Some of the group may be able to notice that those "flowers" have antennae and legs, just before a second loud sneeze sends the entire treeful of migrating butterflies EVERYWHERE.
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"Now that I think about it, it's a good thing none of us are allergic to this stuff." He mutters offhand as they pass a peculiar tree speckled with yellow and black flowers that flutter animatedly in the breeze. "Considering our immune systems and the fact that they may not actually be used to things from different... wh... wah... WAHCHOO!"
Looks like he spoke too soon. More notably the moment he sneezes, every flower on the tree above him seems to shudder strangely at once. Some of the group may be able to notice that those "flowers" have antennae and legs, just before a second loud sneeze sends the entire treeful of migrating butterflies EVERYWHERE.