[ He watches as her fingers bless the bloom with the light of her magic, the petals spreading slightly enough to notice, but nothing more. The iridescent, indigo-mauve flower reminds him of the deepest of hues just after the sun sets. ]
...You treat them like persons. [ So he remarks, his voice carefully reverent. Even he can recognize that she's trying to teach him some sort of philosophy.
Both flowers and people are connected to her planet. In some metaphor, it makes sense: humans, too, are often as fragile as flora. ]
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...You treat them like persons. [ So he remarks, his voice carefully reverent. Even he can recognize that she's trying to teach him some sort of philosophy.
Both flowers and people are connected to her planet. In some metaphor, it makes sense: humans, too, are often as fragile as flora. ]