More Than Poison

Olric always had a strange way of seeing things. Where I saw danger, he saw wonder. Especially with those damn plants — the Vicious Vines. Venomous things, full of poison, shooting god-knows-what at anything that moves. He dragged me all the way out here, grinning like a kid. Said he'd never seen so many in one place. Told me to watch – then he let one hit him. Right on the head. Laughed it off like it was nothing. I thought he was crazy. But he looked… fine. Better than fine, like he'd gained something from it. I was going to try it too. Really, I was. I couldn't bring myself to — maybe I am just a coward.