Fernyx was wandering through the forest, dwelling in his thoughts as a trail of thorny wilted flowers grew with each step he took, a silent sign that he was feeling upset. He had just overgrown a city with deadly plants and huge trees, and the anger towards the city still lingered. He couldn't even remember why he did it. They probably pissed him off when he was already in a bad mood. For the longest time, he hadn't felt any regret for any of his actions, and he assumed that wouldn't change anytime soon.

As he walked aimlessly through the forest, he caught sight of something— or someone— nearby. He narrowed his eyes and hid in the shadows of the trees, carefully watching the stranger. He was still pissed, and having a stranger in his neck of the woods was even more aggravating. But as soon as he caught a glimpse of them, he froze. He had seen many people through his life, but none had ever made him stop in his tracks. He stared at the stranger's face, a confusing feeling filling his chest, before to his surprise, a flower suddenly grew from his shoulder. He let out a small sound of surprise and quickly plucked it away, soon returning his gaze to the stranger. But as soon as he did so, another flower grew.

"Ugh…" Fernyx let out a small grunt of annoyance and plucked it out again, but they kept growing out of his skin every time he looked at the stranger. What was happening to him? Was he getting sick? Was that even possible? It was all so confusing and slightly worrying. Did this stranger have some sort of powers too? This never happened to him before.

Fernyx eventually gave up on plucking away the flowers, just letting them grow along his body. When he realized the stranger was almost out of sight, he felt a sense of panic and quickly followed after them, making sure to keep a distance so he wasn't seen. He couldn't understand why he was so fixated on this one simple mortal.