Well, they might be called something else. If they talk at all.
[He concedes that much easily enough - his hypothesized term 'predict flowers' hardly rolls off the metaphorical tongue with the same ease as 'echo flowers,' after all. Probably due to that consonant duo breaking up the sound at the end... But given he doesn't really want them to exist at all, there's no sense brainstorming better names for them. Better to just explain what he means.]
But all these orange flowers... If there's an opposite to flowers that echo what they're told, wouldn't it be flowers that predict what they'll... hear?
[At the very end he trails off, a realization sinking in after hearing himself. Maybe his flower friend back underground could be called a 'predict flower'...? The flower had certainly offered - the skeleton - plenty of advice through their acquaintance. Things with uncanny precision about things yet to come, in fact.]
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[He concedes that much easily enough - his hypothesized term 'predict flowers' hardly rolls off the metaphorical tongue with the same ease as 'echo flowers,' after all. Probably due to that consonant duo breaking up the sound at the end... But given he doesn't really want them to exist at all, there's no sense brainstorming better names for them. Better to just explain what he means.]
But all these orange flowers... If there's an opposite to flowers that echo what they're told, wouldn't it be flowers that predict what they'll... hear?
[At the very end he trails off, a realization sinking in after hearing himself. Maybe his flower friend back underground could be called a 'predict flower'...? The flower had certainly offered - the skeleton - plenty of advice through their acquaintance. Things with uncanny precision about things yet to come, in fact.]