;a long summer

hey remember how the last time i was on this blog i mentioned something about maybe giving bby!whis a makeover, bc the idea of him having a different hairstyle as a child is Appealing thinking emoji

well i didn’t get very far lmao

He can’t help but give her a delighted smile-- funny how much more receptive she seems now that the threat of a storm is no longer hanging over them (and she’d been considerably polite, even then). At least, that’s what he assumes has effected this change in her demeanor. Whis sets his own lunch-- a pie wrapped in a flower-dotted handkerchief, then nestled snugly inside a plain, wooden box-- onto the grass at his feet.

“I thought I could trust you,” he answers loftily. It’s as he’s ‘leading’ the other lunchbox to its recipient that he hears her query; he glances at the drying bloom from the corners of his eyes, though he knows there’s little point in playing coy about it now, not after his... theatrics just seconds before.

“The locals called it the Sleeping Soul.” Whis’ fingers hover over the icy blue flower as if it’s excessively hot or cold to the touch, but he simply can’t help himself. When he continues, his tone of voice gives the impression he’s lost in thought, as does his faraway gaze. “If I recall correctly, myths dictate it’s what remains of an ancient, holy creature that once roamed their steppes. The mortals’ stories go that their ancestors wanted to repay the kindnesses shown to them by the beast, but their efforts were misguided, and in the end, proved fatal to the poor thing.” 

o | Accepting

“Hmm…” He’s so recently come across a good number of previously unknown flowers and fruits, it’s rather hard for him to choose. He thinks first of songberries, and the large, baby pink flowers that had bloomed outside his bedroom window every spring back on his birth world, but– no, those are boring answers. He can’t bring himself to choose something so mundane, not when he’s seen so many other exciting ones. 

It’d be silly to still prefer the familiar.

“Well…” He starts hesitantly. “…I did just recently visit this– oh, astonishingly warm planet. All of their flora was so wonderfully vibrant! There was this one in particular, though– mmm, I think they called it a villea? I saw it mostly on walls and gates, just enormous blooms of leaves and pretty violet flowers.”