The flower cores were buried, their candle-like glow soon hidden from sight. The pair of watching creatures wouldn't have to wait long before the earth trembled softly. Before their very eyes, two tiny shoots emerged from the upturned earth, which was both moist and nutrient-rich enough to host them. The shoots continued to climb to a height of around 3cm tall, before entwining with one another so that the two stems became one. They continued to grow, curling around one another, until the two stems became one. Trailing petals formed, uncurling from the flower's stem- some a rich lilac, and others pale, and slightly transparent.
When the growth slowed, the magic culminated into two identical flower buds, which grew, and changed, until finally the petals peeled back from a newly-awakened opalescent core. the flowers exuded a scent that was sweet and rich, almost overpowering with the two of them there, rather than the one, but lovely nontheless. It was the same flowers that had crumbled before Kielo and Winter, a short while ago. And yet somehow, each seemed more complete with the two entwined together.
When the petals opened from the flowers, the presence faded from the Gembounds' minds- their combined emotions fading into that of one beast. But before Winter and Kielo drifted apart, there was another feeling- fleeting and alien, but unmistakably one of warm gratitude.
@Kielo @Winter
There would be no visions responding to Winter's cast; only feelings. Enroaching darkness pressing in from all sides. Of cool air washing around trailing leaves; and yet, more powerfully than anything, there's a feeling of yearning. A want, a need, to be with something beyond conscious emotion, and the feeling of being incomplete, only one half of a whole.
Then there was another feeling, one of hope, and Winter would find herself reliving a fleeting visage of her and Kielo's emotions, intertwined as though they were one being.
Then, the feeling of warmth like that of a blanket, soothing and lulling, the wonderful feeling of earth that was moist and soft, and more perfect still, with the feeling of being whole again. A powerful feeling then- joy, if a plant could feel joy, and love. Completeness was the best word that could describe it. The two flowers had achieved what they'd grown to do, and now they were at peace. In perfect calm they would exist here, for the rest of eternity.
@Winter @Kielo