Kintla Flatlands for here i lie in wait; hush little heart

wanted to get this up, leaving it vague tho

He retraces his steps guiltily, moving quickly to avoid wasting daylight. The whole thing makes him feel a little shaky, a little more vulnerable than he'd like — but now that the idea is in his head, he can't stop himself. The thought of leaving @Taikon to worry has slowly eaten away at him since their conversation. He still doesn't want Takiyok along, but he can't let Taikon stew in his fears the whole time. It feels cruel.
By the time he picks up Taikon's scent he's found himself carrying a flower; a familiar gold hue. He doesn't remember picking it up, but as soon as he notices it, he knows why he'd done it. The realization brings a fair amount of nausea with it, so he tries not to think about it, or what excuse he'll give Taikon for bringing a flower along with his apology.