-Nods-
It feels solid, though. I used to go climbing things a lot...
...There's not anything else we can walk on, either. I don't know if this place has a ground.
-Looks at Travis- Sprites. Not truly intelligent, but subservient to the nymphs who are. And no one in their right mind would anger a nymph.
Do not pick the flowers.
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-Is busy staring in awe at the colours over his head and the sun peeking through cracks in the branches-
-Has never seen this many flowers in one place in his life-
-And the sun. Added bonus-
-Looks at Milia- ...I'm fine.
They wish to keep their flowers. They believe us to be threats.
-The trail continues slightly uphill for another two hours-
edited 22nd Jul '14 9:23:27 PM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist-The Doctor is bringing up the rear, cautiously-
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?-Looks at Travis as though he had asked why he hadn't reached the moon yet from climbing a lot of stairs-
-The trail slowly starts to even out-
-Cloud's attention is suddenly wrenched away from the flowers (which have managed to keep him busy for the whole two hours) to something up ahead-
-Seems curious, rather than hostile-
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

-saunters alongside the rest of the group-
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI