【生肉搬运】Shrike伯劳鸟 第一章 原文(32)

“Wait,” George ordered.
To his surprise, the war god obeyed. He watched in silence as George kneeled before the stag. With one swing, George buried the point of his sword deep into the ground beside the stag’s head. And from the sword grew the flowers.
Blue petals unfurled over the stag, growing under and then over its still body until it was buried in morning glories.
George stood, brushing dirt from his knees. Then he faced his new companion, who was looking back at him with an expression George was sure was mirrored on his own face. But the moment passed, and they were slowly picking their way across the ruined camp as the sun continued its loyal dance through the pink sky.