 *randomly tagged* | Norbert(a) | The Wandmaker (tm)
Adam’s eyesight was getting better – but it still wasn’t 100% there. He still wore his big, oversized purple sunglasses with the dark dark lenses. The dark dark lenses were to hide the faint blueish glow of his eyes, the luminosity caused by the eye drop potion he was using to restore his site. He also, still carried his big white stick to help him get around; he particularly still had trouble with transitioning levels of light and darkness in rooms. However, unlike last year, he was less likely to whack people with the stick…unless, you know, said person was annoying, or Adam merely felt playful.
Despite his eyesight improving, Adam’s sense of smell was still pretty potent. And it was his sense of smell that led him into the Assembly room.
Sniff…
Sniff…
He smelt something floral…and it wasn’t the usual plant smell he smelt on this level. That was usually lilies and roses and dragon dung fertilizer – with dirt. This was….different.
He paused in the doorway waiting for his eyes to adjust. Colors swam and blurs blurred, then settled in to stationary blurs. He could make out the table, mostly from memory of what the table should look like. Something was sitting on it. It looked purple – or blue – or red…
Adam shuffled forward towards the plant. ”Zome pody… he yelled loudly in his heavily accented English. ”Get ein newt blant?”
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