A banquet of yellow flowers awaited them outside, swaying in the dry wind with a sharp sweet scent—intoxicatingly so. Some around their tent, most throughout the camp.
Wild patches of thundering blitzes had sprouted from the dry earth, forcing themselves out of cracks and rocks. Amongst the other red and purple flowers that grew around this hot region, they almost seemed out of place.
However, thundering blitzes grew everywhere after all. All they needed was some water and enough vibration. Who knew how many years these flowers were waiting to pop out or how deep they were buried?
Jotou, in a more appropriate sundress of yellows, looked to where she had fought Rain previously. Around fissured earth and a few stones that had spiked upwards, the greatest concentration of thundering blitzes had blossomed.
