by Firehead » Thu Aug 15, 2019 4:46 pm
"Of course, I have to be like this to really tap into the power within the earth itself. I've always done it this way." The scent of alcohol is still strong on his breath stinging your nose just a bit. You notice at some point that Issun had burrowed between your breasts seemingly uninterested in the upcoming display. The old man turns back to look upon the great tree. The movements are wild and flailing, but strangely, his recent unsteadiness is gone. You do feel some kind of power welling up within him, and a few blossoms sprout up as he continues. Unfortunately, something seems to be missing. He takes another stance, and a sprout appears on the distant branches, but you don't feel it ready to blossom. It appears the dance might be about to fail if nothing is done.