ok yeah this post by @hyunota has me crazy now about this because at first I thought 'it'll fade because they ate all the monster parts, that was the point right?' but then remembered the little dragon. that she picks up in that field and carries with her by choice. and of course her feathers and fangs but... that little dragon. she takes it with her on purpose, whether she fully understands what it means at the time or not. she has a little dragon inside her forever, and everything about the imagery of that chapter tells us she cradles and takes care of it.
idk. it has me thinking about the realisation that the curse is affecting her, that she has this part inside her that is repelled from her brother, and still loving and accepting that part of herself. accepting it deliberately.
there's also the knowlegde that that same part of her is one that laios loves. i wonder if she'd even take comfort in knowing that she's keeping a monster close to him (herself). defying the curse in a small way.
I had to go back and check but I was right ! the dryad flower who appears more like a human 'male', with a flat chest, is the same one who doesn't have any pollen, and which laios calls a 'female' flower !
a small detail but it's just fun to notice that of course these aren't humans, and while they initially look like they display recognisable sexual dimorphism... it's not the same. cause they're plants. the ones who look 'female' to us are actually the males.
this might be a stretch (but i mean, it's dunmeshi) but perhaps the parts on the 'male' flowers which look like breasts are actually places to store their pollen ? since they fertilise through kissing, it'd make sense for that to be stored higher up and closer to the throat. and since we see the fruit is in the 'female' dryad's throat when its head is cut off, that could cause a protuberance that would resemble an adams apple... fascinating
Something is bothering Yumiko. Tadashi doesn’t know what - their relationship is great, and he’s never been happier. But she keeps clamming up, and she won’t explain why.
The Petrification of Marcille Donato - weathertheraine
Marcille can't sleep. All around her: breathing.
The party's recent encounter with the Changelings has thrust her friends' short lifespans to the forefront of Marcille's mind. Unable to sleep, she sits and watches them, trying to make sense of just how quickly their time is slipping away. How could she shut her eyes, and lose any more of their precious hours? How can she stomach what she knows is coming?