[Someones tattoo actually inspired me to draw this (it was a dog trying to eat the sun and another one trying to eat the moon)] I immediately thought of Solas who had tried his best to resist the inquisitor but of course he fell in love with her anyways ;because that’s how it is with love; and in the end, no matter how often he warned her and tried to stop himself, he left her heartbroken. Just like he broke his own heart.
I can tell my plant identification skills are getting slightly better, because I took one look at these flowers covering an open area in the nearby wetland, and thought “that’s an orchid!” I couldn’t tell you why, exactly, I knew (I’m not a botanist, after all): I didn’t count sepals and categorise the leaf arrangement. Rather, it was the gestalt image of the plant that was so morphologically familiar.
A look in one of my books on Danish flora revealed it to be the a rather common temperate-zone species, locally-called Majgøgeurt. Growing in nitrogen-poor habitats like fens and marshes, these orchids are vulnerable to agricultural runoff.