ruhiquest

You are a baby ruhi. Like all baby ruhis, you have spent the last few months gestating underground, and once your pod became too small for you and begun to crack, dug out of the earth and collapsed on the ground. But you don’t know any of that; all you know is that you are cold, and hungry, and you begin to cry.

Before you can work yourself into a fit, a large figure picks you up and examines you briefly.





You have been judged sufficient and will be given the opportunity to grow up. This is a privilege and may be revoked at any time. You don't know this yet, either.

For now: Your petals will not grow in for a few months. When they do, what type will they be?