Noctisardor Bypass i’ll pick a star from the sky, pull your name from a hat

nausea. dinah's brows knit together as she scans the slowly blossoming foliage near the lakeside. they're usually near water, she nods to herself. we could maybe follow the creek, see if there's any that are budding? i can't imagine they'd like it much over here by the lake, though. too many trees. it's probably real crowded.
it felt good to think about the flowers again. the problem-solving half of the girl's adolescent brain kicks into overdrive as she nudges druid's shoulder, urging her to stand and follow. how bad is the nausea? like, on a scale of one to ten.