The flowers give no indication of accepting or denying her apology, as they are flowers.
The withering, however, does not appear to be contained to just the one singular stalk. More stems begin to brown and crumble apart, a spreading rot that jumps from flower to flower in a pattern that seems... A little too uniform. As if a path is being formed deeper into the flowers before her very eyes.
[Shiemi almost immediately jumps back in horror to watch as the surrounding flowers begin to die. She takes a couple of steps back, one hand gripping the front of her kimono as her heart beats faster and faster in fear.
Something told her she needed to leave, but no matter how much she wanted to run, she couldn't make her legs move.
She wanted to cry, to run — hell, she wanted to scream for help, but truthfully, who would even come to her aid? She was being a crybaby again. These were just flowers, after all.
After a moment, she took a step forward, then another. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she followed the path, afraid to touch any other flowers in case she would cause them to die as well.]
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The withering, however, does not appear to be contained to just the one singular stalk. More stems begin to brown and crumble apart, a spreading rot that jumps from flower to flower in a pattern that seems... A little too uniform. As if a path is being formed deeper into the flowers before her very eyes.
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Something told her she needed to leave, but no matter how much she wanted to run, she couldn't make her legs move.
She wanted to cry, to run — hell, she wanted to scream for help, but truthfully, who would even come to her aid? She was being a crybaby again. These were just flowers, after all.
After a moment, she took a step forward, then another. She swallowed the lump in her throat as she followed the path, afraid to touch any other flowers in case she would cause them to die as well.]