"They're called Sunglows," Bazel lifted his head and looked up at the tiny flowers, his face still flushed. Truly he was happy for the distraction from his failing attempts at a conversation. Plant where something he could talk about all day, "despite the common belief that they're magic, the glow is caused by a chemical reaction...so to the peasantry and many others it does seem like magic. Of course they also tend to grow in places where magic wells up. For a awhile the common belief was that they only grew in places with a great deal of magic,"<br/><br/>Bazel gave a dismissive wave of his hand, "however it's absolute rubbish. They can grow just about anywhere if given the right amount of care. They're rather hardy despite their delicate appearance. Sadly many people don't grow them due to their 'connection' with magic. Growing them could easily get one to be convicted as a witch even if they have no other 'proof' that the person has done anything,"<br/><br/>Bazel gave a slight pause and turned his gaze from his plants to Emris. The gold flecks in his eyes shimmering in the light as he spoke, his voice going from a meek murmur to a louder more conversational tone. The set of his shoulders relaxing as he continued to speak, "Then again simply being involved with plants is enough to get one convicted of witchcraft. Healers always seem to be a prime target, which even if they were witches why condemn to death someone who only wishes to help? It makes very little sense to me, do people fear magic so much that they'll sentence to death those who only seek to make them not suffer from simple illnesses? For example, Green Gut is a common illness that can be cured with a mix of mint and elf's ear, both plants that are fairly common...but how many people suffer from it each year? Children, the elderly, and those who are naturally sickly can even die from it. Yet give out a paste made from the plants I mentioned and you could easily be decried as a witch and executed. Essentially it's making it to where people who have the knowledge to help won't for fear of being wrongly convicted, and I find it hard to blame them,"<br/><br/>The prince stopped and looked away, brows furrowing as he rubbed his arm, "After all I know what it's like to try to help and be condemned in the eyes of others as a monster,"<br/><br/>Of course due to the fact that Bazel was a prince and those he'd tried to help where simply servants meant that he'd been in little danger of meeting the hangman's noose...but the fearful looks they'd given him. The way they'd avoided making eye contact. The little gestures they'd made to ward against evil as he passed. The way they'd hidden their children behind themselves as though he was a monster set to tear them apart. That and the boundless other things, some small and others less so, had hurt. He was already seen as an oddity and an outcast by those of noble birth, but to have the peasantry see him as a vile monster as well...it'd left Bazel completely isolated. Gave him no one to speak to outside of his family...a family that was being taken from him. Which had left the prince entirely alone.<br/><br/>Of course he had Emris now and...the man probably thought his stance on witches odd. Nearly everyone saw them as vile creatures who'd hurt and maim given the opportunity, but to Bazel they where people. And people could be good or bad, their race didn't make them one or the other. Nor would he condemn a group for the actions of an individual. It didn't matter how much the Witch hurt him or his family, he couldn't hate people he'd never met, who'd never done him any wrong.<br/><br/>"Forgive me for rambling, you asked about the flowers and I got off topic," Bazel returned his gaze to Emris and shifted his weight, "most of the plants in this part of the castle have a secondary purpose. I seldom keep anything around purely for aesthetic purposes. Of course the use of the plant may not seem so obvious as the Sunglows, but then I've found that with both plants and people things aren't always as they seem,"