[Koshōshō looks a bit different herself-- her fingers are completely wooden now, with her fingernails simply turned into sharp points. There are now plants all over her, coiling down her neck, her arms, her legs-- they can't be plucked off. They've taken root in her skin.
But she's only chosen to let flowers grow on her, so there's that. And if they're not that pretty, at least they're short-lived.]
Alright. [She remembers this place. They weren't transformed then, were they? She briefly wonders if the shopkeeper would recognize them.
Hah.]
So, what did you want to tell me? I've got quite a lot to talk about on my end as well.
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But she's only chosen to let flowers grow on her, so there's that. And if they're not that pretty, at least they're short-lived.]
Alright. [She remembers this place. They weren't transformed then, were they? She briefly wonders if the shopkeeper would recognize them.
Hah.]
So, what did you want to tell me? I've got quite a lot to talk about on my end as well.