3/5The masses who'd gathered speak amongst themselves, in regards to the strange flora they'd discovered. All brilliant of minds, he's sure, as they spoke of cultivating the seeds and ensuring the blossom's they found would endure the elements.
They, too, know it is of importance. It's as if the plant had chosen them as its keepers. Iokav is still unsure as to what...force it was that had guided them here, whispered to them, brought forth this gift, as many called it. But perhaps, in time, with the help of these strangers, all would be revealed.
A woman speaks to him directly. Euphemia. He meets her with a small, polite grin, a nod of his head. She offered sanctuary in Frostfang Vale; a land unfamiliar to he, or perhaps it was a foundation of a civilized people.
He often worked alone, as it's what suited him best. The lack of mindless chatter or interference is what he preferred...but the invitation is there, in the palm of the woman's hands, and spoken with such gentle intent.
In the pursuit of science and the greater good of this realm, Iokav would conform. He would change, and he would accompany her to lands fertile in the sake of this blossom.
That is an offer I would be a fool to refuse. I will join you, if you'd have me.He responded quietly.
Conjoined minds would suit better to unravel this...oddity.
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