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[As spring draws near, the weather has taken a slight turn for the better. It's warmish and the sun is poking through the gray clouds that hang in the sky. As if in response, the plants have started to sprout leaves and even some flowers, bringing a bit of color back to camp.
Or, well, they were, anyway. Now they're starting to wither, curling in on themselves. It's particularly noticeable in one of the more open areas to the left of the middle of camp where are rather large patch has been struggling to grow. There's a trail of brown petals and stems in Himawari's wake as she makes her way through it. And it isn't until she stops somewhere near the middle that she notices. But now that she's stopped, it's started spreading out in all directions, leaving her standing in a field of dead and broken flowers.]
[[SLOWING DOWNNNNnnnnn for the night]]
Or, well, they were, anyway. Now they're starting to wither, curling in on themselves. It's particularly noticeable in one of the more open areas to the left of the middle of camp where are rather large patch has been struggling to grow. There's a trail of brown petals and stems in Himawari's wake as she makes her way through it. And it isn't until she stops somewhere near the middle that she notices. But now that she's stopped, it's started spreading out in all directions, leaving her standing in a field of dead and broken flowers.]
[[SLOWING DOWNNNNnnnnn for the night]]