>>5659705Surveying your surroundings reveals nothing out of the ordinary. None but you have heard the cryptic counsel goddess, so it seems. Yet, you soon recognize that you hold an object in your hand which was not there moments earlier. Raising it such that it is level with your face, you inspect the curious thing - some sort of surface plant with vivid red petals. Far from mundane, it is supernaturally warm to the touch, an indication that there is some magical property to it.
Carefully tucking it away in your pack such that it will not be crushed, an odd whim strikes you. You face the gathered Sunites, engrossed with their conversations, and clear your throat. "Go ahead," you announce vaguely, gesturing at your face. Bracing yourself for the worst, you shut your eyes and hope that you will not regret this.
Like swarming bats descending from a cavern ceiling to feast, they assail you with a multitude of hands. Strange substances that reek like the byproducts of industry are painted over your face as they debate amongst themselves. Violet or maroon? Which eyeliner best suits you? What about that blemish?
