[As it wasnāt clear what purpose the false indigos he found might serve, Mort tears a few off with his middle and index fingers. On his chest were several wildflowers, which he kept from falling with his left arm. Being curious had led the boy to not add the non-scented flowers with the rest, so he held it up and observed itā¦ as he did with every flower he found.] ā¦ [after giving these indigo-coloured flowers a look, he could just put them by his pillow, they donāt give off any sort of floral smell but it would look.. nice.]
[Keeping his hand on the flowers, he heard a voice calling out to him. That didnāt startle him until a second later.] ā¦ [He secretly had hoped that it was pointed towards another kid that was somehow nearby. Leaning a little more forward, and looking more interested in the flowers by his chest, Mort stays quiet for a moment. He thinks that they would come over anyway.]
[What, is this kid hard of hearing? Embry has a distinct voice, very scratchy from damaged vocal cords. Difficult to ignore. He sighs as he approaches, already dreading his obligations as a part of the staff. Heās not great with children.]
[He stops a few paces away and watches Mort pick through the flowers.]
Hey. What are you doing so far from camp? [A pause as he observes.] ā¦ Are you foraging for flowers?
[A slightly uncomfortable feeling begins to linger, his left fingers feeling the petals slowly as he crouches down to pick some more false indigos with his right.] ..yeah. [Mort had only heard the second question, so he replied with a small voice as he wrapped his fingers around the flower by its stem. There wasnāt an actual need to get more of these, but for the sake of seeming occupied he tears it and adds to the bunch.]
[This is so awkward. Embry doesnāt often interact with teenagers and has no idea how to approach them. He rubs at his neck and grimaces, wracking his brain for what to say.]
Uhā¦ [He remembers the cool rocks and animal teeth in his pockets and decides itās a good icebreaker. After all, he, too, was foraging.]
Me too. What are you looking for? I know a little bit about plants. Well, more about mushrooms.
[Facing down a little more, he narrows his eyes slightly. Now feeling a little curious about the next near him.] ā¦. [He takes a moment to stand up, adjusting his hold on the wild arrangements in his arms a bit, but not even turning to the fellow speaking to him.]
ā¦.I- [now, how should he word this? Maybe a little formal?] ..Iām just gathering some flowers to bring back. ā¦Thatās all. Iāve found what I need already so.. [He speaks with a slightly nervous tone. hunched a little and looking down at the flowers like he did before.]
[Embry frowns. Did he come off too aggressive? Thatās a recurring issue for him, and heās terrible at damage control.]
Hey, uh, youāre not in trouble or anything. You donāt have to be so, uhā¦ Like, you didnāt do anything wrong. [He scratches his scalp.] ā¦ If youāre done out here, can I escort you back to camp or something? Itās dangerous to be out here alone.
[Mort, keeping his gaze onto his flowers, turns around to their direction. even though he is aware he isnāt in that much trouble, it was still a little nervewracking to make eye-contact with people. whenever he made a small comment before, it was almost never made and so he opts to keep looking down.] ...o-okay, Iām fine with that.
