Staring at the green goo his magic picked up the trees suddenly chattering like excited birds. The noise echoing in the back of his skull as he glanced at the landscape around him for the disturbance. Elcid's familiar form was approaching, and he grinned as he saw her catch. Apparently while he had been messing with plants she had been getting food.
“Gremlin.” He greeted back, the roots shifting out of her way while still shifting around him as they braided themselves together to funnel in some water from the mist outside to drip into the bowl. The green goo was far too thick to be useful. He raised a brow as the stirring root lifted to let a large green dollop of the mixture plop into the bowl, letting her see it a little better. “Making stew.” He told her blandly before he snorted in amusement.
“It's supposed to be a sedative. One that we could sprinkle on plants to help catch something a bit bigger with less fuss, or to be used if someone needs to calm down and relax.” He peered into the bowl. “Though I need to do testing on it yet.” It was far from usable and though he could probably get away with using it for himself, especially with his healing magic, but he didn't plan on keeping it for only his use.
“Thanks, I lost track of the time.” He said and already some roots were working to skin the rabbit. Maybe he could make something with the fur, possibly a pouch for any herbs he came across.
Blossom Bower
A vibrant glade of lush grasses and trees that bloom during all but the coldest of seasons. The sweet fragrance of spring flowers hangs in the air and delicate petals float on the wind and a gentle creek flows through the green meadow.
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