He has a few mixed reactions that all express themselves as a soft gasp.
The tree is, first, beautiful in a strangely horrifying way. It's not the same horror as the chaos of the Dark World or things like Edwin himself, but it's there. A sort of unnatural perfection, the riot of growth broken into organization that it can't escape.
He doesn't forget he's with Madelyne, but he wants to see it closer. He's still got her file held close against his chest with one arm as he goes up to the - it feels wrong to call it a plant, but it's not a simple construct either. It's a natural unnatural. The kind of thing that could, he thinks, be a gateway to the Dreamlands in another universe.
Edwin very gently touches the trunk. "Who did this to it? And why did they leave it here and not take it to the greenhouse?"
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Date: 2024-06-16 08:41 pm (UTC)The tree is, first, beautiful in a strangely horrifying way. It's not the same horror as the chaos of the Dark World or things like Edwin himself, but it's there. A sort of unnatural perfection, the riot of growth broken into organization that it can't escape.
He doesn't forget he's with Madelyne, but he wants to see it closer. He's still got her file held close against his chest with one arm as he goes up to the - it feels wrong to call it a plant, but it's not a simple construct either. It's a natural unnatural. The kind of thing that could, he thinks, be a gateway to the Dreamlands in another universe.
Edwin very gently touches the trunk. "Who did this to it? And why did they leave it here and not take it to the greenhouse?"