Expedition: Before the Storm
I don't believe they had a chance to deploy it yet but the weapon needn't be fully refined to be slipped into the drinks for a toast or bound to the pollen of one of those beautifully-scented flowers in the kaa's gardens.
Business Trip (A1, B11, C29)
"i'm just ... must be a pollen allergy or something." she gave him a knowing smile. "i completely understand." she folded her hands and sat in a lady-like posture. they headed for the train station. reno fidgeted.
Antecedent 10
Images of lying with evergreen and watching the snow fall out the window; writing a book with the woodspony; swimming with him in the gentle stream; lazing with him as she watched the nightflowers bloom and puff their luminescent pollen into the air; all of
Changing Places. Chapter Three.
The canvas above him blocking not only the sunlight but the pollen as well it seemed. reaching up on his tip toes, simeon managed to touch underneath the petals. brushing a finger, he felt them move.
Blood, Sweat, and Diesel: Chapter 15 (Revised)
Weeds were growing through cracks in the pavement, and there was a sign with a map of the park, which had pollen stains and graffiti all over it.
A Feast of Apples and Cream
Motes of dust and pollen danced through the air, lit by the evening sunlight coming from the west. the cabin itself was one wide, open room.
Into The Mouths Of Madness
It is an orange blossom with petals long and jagged, surrounding a thin needle of honey-sweet pollen. the stalk is slender, most of its leaves growing straight out of its root. the flower stands alone in a bed of dark juniper green.
Springtide of the Black Rose: Chapter 4: Take Your Time
Celestine wasn't a stranger to getting sick, especially in her younger year where she was constantly sneezing in reaction to pollen and cut grass, developing bronchial infections as result.
A Past Better Left Buried
The flowers in the park were at full bloom and a soft summer breeze carried the fragrant scent of pollen as they meandered down the moss covered cobblestone path.
Operation: Flying Fox (A L.O.K. Fanfic)
He crinkled his nose from having nothing but the flowers' smell and pollen penetrating his senses the whole journey. he noted their location; not too far off was the university and what would appear to be a downtown district.
First Impressions
He shakes off alien pollen and dust particles and dons the pilot's jacket over his light grey jumpsuit.
Five Fingers on a Dusty Window
He tries to pry the window open by hand, curses when his fingers turn yellow from pine pollen and wipes it off in his jeans. the corkscrew is inches away from his muzzle but he can't get to it. he sighs; why did he even lock the damn car?