[As Yaha-kui zaShunina has no prior preconceptions of Poison, his interest in the sight of her doesn't have anything to do with her by herself. Mostly it's her hands, and more than that, it's what they're doing. The flowers all around are fragrant—he enjoys it, probably—but he wouldn't have thought to wind them together like that. It's creation for the sake of creation. It's...]
Edible or ornamental?
[...petal-soft, the way he asks that, atmospheric like the sun reaching the garden. He's taking the chain of flowers from her hand with his own—his hand floats away from his body, from about the elbow down. It's perfectly functioning, it just isn't attached to him. There's a quiet curiosity in all the red shades of his eyes; his hand withdraws back toward himself, bringing the flowers with it. Soon, he's holding it atop both his palms (and, yes, both arms are detached from him), looking down at it with what could be marvel if you peer at it in the right light.]
may flowers
Edible or ornamental?
[...petal-soft, the way he asks that, atmospheric like the sun reaching the garden. He's taking the chain of flowers from her hand with his own—his hand floats away from his body, from about the elbow down. It's perfectly functioning, it just isn't attached to him. There's a quiet curiosity in all the red shades of his eyes; his hand withdraws back toward himself, bringing the flowers with it. Soon, he's holding it atop both his palms (and, yes, both arms are detached from him), looking down at it with what could be marvel if you peer at it in the right light.]