the flower 5 ( Mid afternoon link )

After three days of traveling across the rugged terrain and hiding in small crevices during the exposing daylight, Fabraut sat concealed within one of the few groves of knotted trees located in the North of Corron and was busy cramming a beetle in his mouth. The surrounding view of the landscape from his position was the perfect spot to wait out the daylight hours. The burrow squirrel would be able to see danger coming, on this, his last day, on his journey to reach the fickle humans.

Continuing to munch on the tasty doomed beetle, Fabraut made semi-hollow crunching noises that echoed loudly from time to time. Each instance a crunch escaped too loudly, Fabraut would crouch quickly, shooting his eyes in all directions, then slowly ease back up, relaxing, although a bit of paranoia causing him to look quickly at each different view from his spot in the shade, regaurdless of the noise he made. It was as if he felt his death coming, darting eyes bulging out of his face and all the while cursing the flower in his thoughts.

Fabraut reached into patch of fur near his lower chest, fiddled around and produce a tiny onyx ring. The ring glistened as if wet in the shadows of the trees. He lifted the ring to eye level and slowly turned it with the tips of his paws, both eyes locked on it. Why do I trust this weed? Fabraut thought to himself, closing his eyes as if in pain. The demons came when he sprouted from the mountain and last time I did a delivery it ended up crazy and insane. I don't want to do this… the humans are unpredictable and the flower is worse. There has to be another way...

A tingling sensation began to feather in the back his mind, lightly nudging his thoughts. Fabraut ignored the feeling, opened his eyes and continued to peer at the onyx ring... the flower’s ring. Several moments passed. The tingling poked Fabraut's thoughts once again, this time much harder and continued without pausing.

The squirrel’s shoulders slumped, releasing his eyes from the ring. He focused in on the feeling intruding within the limits his mind, letting it in. Mentally projecting, while squinting his eyes, Fabraut acknowledged… Yes flower, What is it?