Perhaps Quentin was a bit scared as to the prospects of what awaited him behind the curtain--after all, these rich desert-faring types were terribly unpredictable. For all he knew, Quentin was about to come face to face with a hungry tiger, or a collection of birds of prey, or... flowers, apparently. Quentin's eyes went wide as saucers at the sheer amount of color that suddenly filled his vision. And then, of course, there was movement; a startling amount of movement seemed to be coming from every direction, new colors flitting in and out of the blossoms and leaves--butterflies, and what could only be hundreds of them.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Naeem sighed happily from behind him, making Quentin jump and stiffen out of his startled reverie. "I'm sure you've seen butterflies before, but these won't hurt you--try not to smack any if they land on you, though," he added with a cringe and a chuckle. "They don't mean any harm."
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