I had the sudden urge to bite off one of the petals, but I got carried away and ended up eatting the whole flower. Considering how long it had been since the last time I'd eaten, it seemed like a good decision.
I looked around the garden a bit more. There were no other flowers to be found; in fact, all the other plants were herbs commonly associated with healing.
"Don't touch those," Araches warned as I knelt down beside a bed of St. John's wort. "They're all poisoned. Every herb in this place is."
"How can you tell?" Fawriel inquired.
"It's the same spell I always use," Araches explained. "Poison. I can sense it all around us. There's something seriously strange about this garden..."
"I think you're just being paranoid," said Shuriken. "Ever since you heard there were mages about you've been on edge."
"I'm NOT paranoid!" Araches insisted. "I'm a very powerful sorceress, mind you, and my skills stretch far beyond that which your mortal senses can comprehend!"
Fooruman stood up in his canoe and stretched his arms to the sky. "BY THE POWER OF-"
"SHUT UP!" Arached shouted, kicking over the FooCanoe and the poor archmage with it.
"Araches... what about those flowers?" I asked with a gulp.
"They're okay," she replied. "It seems that they only poisoned the useful herbs. I guess it would have been a waste of magic to poison a bunch of decorative flowers."
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