((When last we left our heroes
Antimony could have walked the distance between the Crossroads and the viney, primal land of the Overgrowth in a day or two, but as Dhein yet lived and thus required regular rest, water, and food, their pace was significantly slowed. As they neared their destination, it became increasingly difficult for Antimony to suffer the breaks imposed by the living, but suffer them she did. At night while the blood elf slept, she would lay would her face turned south, thoughts rolling over like a beast in slumber.
On the fourth day, the dust and savanna of the Barrens began to give way to greener land, first in the grasses and the wildflowers that sprung up amidst them, and then in the soil itself, which darkened with a sudden wealth of nutrients and grew softer, almost pliable beneath their weary feet. Antimony's steps quickened as the land transitioned. The tugging in her chest drew her along as though she were caught on a fishing line, an unseeable and unknowable power manning the reel.
"I don't know what I'll do if we're too late," she bemoaned, the light in her eyes flashing. "It's taken so long as it is, and--does anything look different do you think? More? Or less..." She cast her gaze about them as they walked, pushing into foliage of increasing height and density, searching intently for any perceivable change in the environment from when they last saw it, anything that might suggest the flower had been removed or otherwise done away with.
Something told her it still remained, however, the same something that pushed her on until she was nearly stumbling over her own feet. She had barely enough extra focus to make sure Dhein still followed, though of course he would and did.
"Song dogs barking at the break of dawn, lightning pushes the edges of a thunder storm. And these streets, quiet as a sleeping army, send their battered dreams to heaven."