Two Rivers Isle Mother, grab the camera!

It tasted funny, the blue flower. It was strange because it smelled delicious, but in the mouth it felt like a lot of thorns pressed against the tongue. Pyro spat what remained of it in his mouth, displeased with the taste before turning to attend aunt Aero's question.

The brown boy looks up, wagging his tail airily as she drops a bright green leaf to the ground. And he blinks. There were suddenly two leaves in the ground, each one more blurry than the last one, and then Aero's voice became muffled. The boy shakes his head, unable to focus enough to voice the answer.