Marron chuckled as she realized how mundane this desire was. Topside, she'd never been interested in flowers, unless they were used as a centerpiece, or were the edible kind.
But trapped in darkness for so long, anything that reminded her of the surface was welcome. She got close to one of the flowers and inhaled its scent.
Instead of perfume, she found fresh mountain air.
Now she understood why the mimics had swallowed her food so quickly. Breathing fresh air after being underground for at least two weeks was intoxicating.
"I wonder who planted these...have they always been here?" she whispered, voice small aginst the cavern's silence.
And there, at the altar's base, grew her prize.
Phantasm Moss.
