She sat amongst the roses, watching a blue haired boy panic. It was understandable, she'd let it take it's course. Or not. Whatever she felt like doing, not like he could say anything against it.
He sat half curled, face almost touching the cool rock beneath them.
In his mind however, was surprisingly calm. Good, happy memories spilling over one an other. Gardening with Em, playing with his sisters.. He had sisters! That was amazing! He thinks, at least.
He blinked, his eyes fully opening.. to see his sisters face, panicky and afraid, change into... something much worse.
Cecile pitied the boy, it wasn't everyday you ingested a poisonous flower. She wrinkled her nose, pulling the handkerchief off their antlers. And watched, smiling victoriously as he disappeared with a loud pop.
"angel's trumpet is a fine weapon, when used correctly". A young woman in a dark red dress, sits with a much younger child, wearing an uncomfortable looking grey suit. She holds the flower close to them, showing the bright yellow insides of the bell shaped flower.
He squirms away from it. The painfully loud shrieking of the plant echoing across the large cave.
A much older woman, though still quite young, takes the head off a rose in front of the once child and that once-child's sibling.
Leaving the other ones, to scream.
