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There was nothing like it, not in the north at least. It was odd to think such a cute and inoffensive-looking flower could make you feel that way, it was out of this world, and he was loving it.
The first time he took it hadn't been long ago. He found it, hanging alone from a bush, and it caught his eye almost instantly. The brightness of its colors, somehow, reminded him of a certain dark priestess he was really fond of, probably because of its deep blues glimmering in the moonlight. And of course, the first impulse he got was to eat the crap out of it, tearing it from its roots.
This time though, he went out looking for it, all over the forest. Its effects were amazingly soothing; and his mind, it was like this thing freed it from its lashes. It was hard to find this little flower, even more now that the temperatures dropped killing off the remaining life of the forest.