“I’ve followed you for years, Leshy, and yet.somehow I keep surprising you.” “Just recently.” You chuckled softly, holding up your arm so he could see the blood-red rose buried in your leafy exterior. “Then…would it help if I planted some roses around it to absorb the stench?” “I can’t go anywhere near that pit of rot. “Have you been over there recently? It reeks.” Leshy shuddered in disgust. So…what’s stopping you from going over there? Those bodies aren’t doing any good lying in that pit.” I may be the youngest, but at least I don’t run away from my responsibilities!“ “Damn him for going on a "spiritual journey” at this hour. “That’s my brother’s job.” He grumbled, glancing over at the pit of corpses, shuddering. “Now, don’t you have a morgue to attend to?” “I am very content with my role here, thank you very much.” You smiled politely, wanting this conversation to be over with. “….it just.does, alright? But if you’re okay with being a walking garden for all these unworthy morsels-” “You’re acting like you’re the one growing flowers out of your head. Since you were both on an equal plane now, you could talk back to him without fearing any consequences. “Leshy, that’s enough.” With a frown, you turned to the ex-bishop, growing a tad bit annoyed with his whiny attitude. Then, with the flowers clutched closely to their chest, they dashed off to bequeath this gift to their crush. “Oh thank you! Thank you!! I shan’t forget this!” They squealed in joy, a bright grin on their face as they hugged you for a few quick seconds. “Be sure to tie them into a bouquet so they don’t get lost to the wind.” You winked. Lucky for you I’ve grown a bunch here.” With some small clippers, you trimmed the bottoms of the camelia stems, gathering about four of them before handing them all to the follower. He quietly snickered, seeing the follower looking quite nervous as they started fishing for change in their robe pockets. Leshy was silent as he glanced in your direction, wondering if you were going to take his advice. “But they don’t know I exist….may I please have some flowers to woo them with?” “? Sorry to interrupt, but I.I-I think I’m in love with someone!” They stammered, hiding their face in their hands for a moment, looking back up at you. They seemed to be blushing, eyes shifting around to ensure the coast was clear before speaking to you. You were about to respond to him, when you saw one follower approaching you. “At least put a price on your flowers if you’re just going to give them away all the time.” Darkwood grows more dangerous everyday, so why should they risk they safety to gather camellia when they can just ask me for some?” I’m giving them away out of my own volition. “Lamb has never once taken any flower or herb from me by force. “Oh Leshy, that’s complete and utter nonsense.” You shook your head. Admit it…you’re tired of them taking and taking from you!” “Stop laughing! You can be honest with your former leader. Yet when he pointed this out, you simply laughed. He firmly believes that Lamb “stole” you to abuse you as a resource, rather than treat you like a person. You were once Leshy’s follower, the head of medicinal operations in Darkwood, so he was understandably furious when he arrived and saw you here in the cult as well. Otherwise, you’d constantly be weighed down and unable to see where you were going. They were painless to pluck off when they’ve fully sprouted, and quite frankly…it’s better that you did so during that time. While you were both the same species, you had a unique magical ability that allowed you to grow flowers, herbs, and many other plant-based resources from your own body. Leshy, on the other hand, was displeased at your actions. They graciously thanked you, saying it’ll be an excellent ingredient in the tea they wanted to brew, before walking away. Nodding, you carefully plucked some of the freshly-grown herbs from your arm and handed a bunch to them. Your fellow bagworm was dumbfounded as Lamb calmly requested some mint leaves from you. “If you want camellia, go find them in the land you robbed from-!!” “NO!! They’re busy, stupid Lamb!” Leshy snarled, turning his head in the direction of his “leader’s” voice, wishing he could scowl at them.
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