Tharr's eyesAs Tharr has two different vision abilities, I rolled an extra d6 for him (which was a 5), still making this a conflict... but with a twist. swept the patchwork sea before them, missing nothing. The thick vines between the islands of red flowers are wickedly sharp and thorny, but the vines themselves have no flowers. The red flowers that have so enthralled Park are likely an entirely separate species.
Dismissing the vines as nothing more than particularly nasty greenery growing in their way, the mothryn turned his attention to the flowers. Their red shone brilliantly, their brightness enough to make a more color-sensitive mothryn weep. Tharr was about to dismiss the red flowers as simply that when he remembered to look at what they were growing on. All non-trees (and many trees) on the rustling waves were parasitic; they had to be, with soil almost nonexistent save in larger ports like Verdurance, forcing them to grow on trees, other plants, or...
...in the case of the red flower, on corpses. Each patch of red flowers was growing from the corpse of something; in some cases, Tharr could not make out the original creature beneath the bed of flowers, but he identified chariot beetles, gantipedes, pinwolves, and even what looked like a large ektus, all trapped in the vines. More distantly, he thought he could make out the once-proud sawprow of a wavecutter jutting above the leaves, flowers growing from something lying on it. That distant flower-laden mass seemed to twitch with some kind of movement.
He brought his focus back closer to them, and registered one more uncanny sight. He moved as close to one of the prows as he could, and stared at the nearest patch of flowers. He had found the insects, as well as a squirrel. In the nearest flower-patch, which was growing from the corpse of a pinwolf that had become entangled in the vines, he could make out a small host of ants, bees, beetles, and dragonflies, along with a squirrel crowned with a small red flower, dancing in unison around and through the patch of flowers. Now that he was looking for it, he could see similar movement around the other flower patches.
There was a light breeze, and a red haze fell over much of the sea ahead for a few moments, accompanied by a heavenly aroma. Next to Tharr, a spring-fox leapt up onto the deck, licking a wounded paw pricked by thorns. A tiny red flower was blooming on the tip of its nose, and the tip of its tail was twitching rhythmically.