affame_le_geant_moments_of_mercy fyn gula puppertwinkle found the morphine and saumboo agreed to set the dandelion's jagged stem into a beaker of the heavy-duty analgesic. it sat like a vase on the table. the dying human flower cried out at the movement from lap to glass, but after a few minutes of pitiful moaning,(tht reached deep inside the souls of the travelers forcing them to stare into the cruel eyes of death. a gaze they knew would find them in their time and they would not be able to look away.) he slunk into a drug induced stupor and no longer responded to their efforts of communication. puppertwinkle used cool, dampened cloths to soothe the dandelion's sweaty face and spoke tender words of intimate compassion as if soft fabric could leave behind his solicitude like a sheen of mercy. saumboo prayed to many gods to come and take him home for he was not sure which one the dandelion came from, yet somehow the monster of the lightening words was the one he settled on, this proina, who seemed to hold their future in its power. and frau werzenwozen continued to play the violin, doing so more for herself as a means to occupy her sorrow, for she was not one to express her anxious concern with inspiring sentiments or whispers of love. her music was original and emotional. it induced both saumboo and puppertwinkle to share times when their hearts broke, for her poignant strings rekindled memories of the honourable dandelion and his influential presence in their lives. saumboo recounted the jokes the dandelion told ("what did the bee do when he was cold? put on a yellow jacket.") quips like, "don't roll your pant legs up until you get to the water." they laughed and they cried and there were moments when it seemed the dandelion had taken his last breath, yet his heart was strong and death would have to struggle to steal him away. 020608 what's it to you? who go blather from