[right][h2][color=8493ca]Caught in a Snare[/color][/h2][@DaftJive][@Tlazolteotl][@Stanifly][/right]

[color=8493ca]The ringing begins to fade as the moth's hand lands on Damien's shoulder. The image of Viné is idle. His gaze sweeps the garden, in tact. Peaceful. With each breath, focusing on the flowers, he feels renewed. Fear tugs as his heart, but he dismisses it. 

The barrier of vines at the edge of the garden slowly descend into the ground, the shadows slowly brightening. Beyond them, the garden stretches to the horizon. The sky is blue and dotted with a few small cumulus clouds. The image of Damien working at his desk had not resolved, but has disappeared. Maybe that was all he needed.

Damien looks from the moth to Viné, and then across the garden again. A patch of purple snowdrop sprouts from the earth directly in front of him. Damien gently reaches out and lifts a drooping flower head with his claw. [b]"Can I stay?"[/b] he asks calmly, turning back to the moth. [b]"What happens if I stay? For a bit. And could I come back? When I leave?"[/b][/color]