The Argos remained at rest, Park having gone down belowdecks with his small sample to study it and Tolliver simply staring out at the flowers, lost in some reverie. The wind picked up again, a steady breeze beginning to blow across the grove toward the ship. Tharr and Tolliver were quickly overwhelmed by a thick, sweet smell that completely overpowered the rotting from before. Atus remained unmoved, but Tharr's keen eyes noted a cloud of fluffy seedpods dancing on the wind, heading in the rough direction of their ship.
With the seeds, the wind also brought a sound, from deeper within the flowery grove: it sounded like faint singing.