Wapun Meadow i could follow those stylish trends

Their travels had been topping the other each day with incomprehensible chaos;
stealing from nomads, mentoring on executing "tricks", ever-prolonged journey filled with a wisecrack or a "loving" tussle between siblings, but Astraeus doesn't know if after they can top an altercation with the a nest of merciless basilisk, wraithful glances and daggertooths bulging and kinked from their slavering chops —
bear-cultists. 

Thankfully, the meadow is clear of ink-demons seizing him, just peonies, a silverveil, and a bunch of ugly mugs. “And I don't want to anyways,” the boy cants his head toward where spine face the snowforest taiga. “Let's go back already, this place is too pretty for you anyways.” Witty.