[The beginning of the next batch of colorless flower's words are strangled short. A collection of airy whistling follows three shurikens as they whack the flowers from the stems. The heads all tumble down along the ground, and the three shurikens embed themselves into the ground a few feet off.
There's no one on the opposite side, not until Nico glances up. On the edge of the roof of one of the houses stands Damian, arming falling to his side.] Magic.
The town is messing with us. Or the forest. [His eyes seem to appraise Nico in some way.] Don't listen to them.
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There's no one on the opposite side, not until Nico glances up. On the edge of the roof of one of the houses stands Damian, arming falling to his side.] Magic.
The town is messing with us. Or the forest. [His eyes seem to appraise Nico in some way.] Don't listen to them.
Who are you?