Running Up That Hill - Glint - 14/06/22
Jun 20, 2022 22:18:57 GMT
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Post by Glint on Jun 20, 2022 22:18:57 GMT
Glint carefully measured sugar and sodium, mixed them with a cup of water and tenderly poured the mixture into the gourd. The improvised pot had a rustic feel to it. It was greenish-brown, with wave-like pattern. Very fitting for its intended home in Port Ffirst. Glint was particularly fond of how this thing clearly was not in either his or Root’s taste. Just made it stand out more as a quaint artefact of his travels rather than a decorative choice. That was exactly the sort of thing you get for helping to pack an evacuee cart rather than buy at an auction. Given how he almost broke several pieces with a giant summoned hand, how Lolli almost destroyed several water colours by transporting them in a water sphere - this was an overpayment. Thank gods for Anwyn being a grown-up and actually helping with loading the cart. With their hands, like a normal person. They were much better help than Pipper and Cam who were too busy with dressing mini-Pipper in gourd dresses.
The wizard gave a long evaluative look to the orchid plant within the gourd pot.
“You poor thing,” he said, caressing a wilting leaf. “I know, this is unfamiliar soil. Well, if you bear with me for another month, I promise you the best care possible. Root might grow you into a tree. Or a house,” he said, and blew air at the flowering stem to straighten out the petals. “Either way, you’ll have all the nutrients you need. And a perfect company. Sounds good?”
The plant didn’t reply. He considered calling in Laurel to talk to it for him. The poor flower was still looking a bit sickly. It must have been the effects of a trip to Daring Heights, because it was fine when Jasper the awakened bush gave it to him. The lad was ridiculously adorable, even remembering them put a smile on Glint’s face. The bow tie and the clipboard were just the cherry on top. But it wasn’t appropriate go ‘awww’ over an adult sentient creature, so Glint contained himself. And now the flower was clinging to its life on the windowsill of his room at the Dragon.
Nonetheless, the genasi was glad he asked Jasper to dig up one horned orchid, preserving it, of sorts. He could also understand why it looked so sad.
Mere days ago it was growing in the fields, among the others of its kind, warmed by the afternoon sun. And now here it was, in a bustling city, the last of its strain, the rest burned down in the dragon attack. Glint himself smashed quite a few of the plant’s siblings with his tail while polymorphed into a T-Rex. It was preferable to the alternative - to let the fire spread further across the village and the flower fields. Still, he could’ve been more careful. Zorya and Sumrak didn’t do a lot helping Cam putting down the fires, either. At least Lolli’s water sphere came useful this time. Pipper did fine, but once again they were lucky to have Anwyn with them. Sometimes, the simple approach was the most effective. Despite their joined efforts, a quarter of the town burned down. At least there was nobody there at the time. Except for Jasper, who got singed, but survived without lingering injuries.
Glint turned the gourd to make sure the other side of the orchid would get enough sunlight. He promised himself to make sure it survived until he could present it to Root. If only just to laugh at how he would finally have an ophris cornuta at home.
It was… unusual to have a place he wanted to come back to. He half-expected it to make him even more of a coward than usual: having something to lose would logically suggest he’d be more scared of losing it by dying. So he rather surprised himself when the moment he saw the dragons wreaking havoc on the empty village his first instinct was to run towards the likely death than away from it. It worked out that time but… who knew where his newly found bravery would lead him? How many people survived one mind-travelling experiences, let alone two? And he actually volunteered for the second one! Of course, his experience could come useful, and it might help Velania to save her love… but why wasn’t Glint more scared? Perhaps, having something worth protecting meant he actually wanted to protect it.
Glint knew Root would probably refuse to talk to him for a week for such blasphemous thoughts, but he briefly allowed himself to muse if some plants bloom richer in unfamiliar soil.
The wizard gave a long evaluative look to the orchid plant within the gourd pot.
“You poor thing,” he said, caressing a wilting leaf. “I know, this is unfamiliar soil. Well, if you bear with me for another month, I promise you the best care possible. Root might grow you into a tree. Or a house,” he said, and blew air at the flowering stem to straighten out the petals. “Either way, you’ll have all the nutrients you need. And a perfect company. Sounds good?”
The plant didn’t reply. He considered calling in Laurel to talk to it for him. The poor flower was still looking a bit sickly. It must have been the effects of a trip to Daring Heights, because it was fine when Jasper the awakened bush gave it to him. The lad was ridiculously adorable, even remembering them put a smile on Glint’s face. The bow tie and the clipboard were just the cherry on top. But it wasn’t appropriate go ‘awww’ over an adult sentient creature, so Glint contained himself. And now the flower was clinging to its life on the windowsill of his room at the Dragon.
Nonetheless, the genasi was glad he asked Jasper to dig up one horned orchid, preserving it, of sorts. He could also understand why it looked so sad.
Mere days ago it was growing in the fields, among the others of its kind, warmed by the afternoon sun. And now here it was, in a bustling city, the last of its strain, the rest burned down in the dragon attack. Glint himself smashed quite a few of the plant’s siblings with his tail while polymorphed into a T-Rex. It was preferable to the alternative - to let the fire spread further across the village and the flower fields. Still, he could’ve been more careful. Zorya and Sumrak didn’t do a lot helping Cam putting down the fires, either. At least Lolli’s water sphere came useful this time. Pipper did fine, but once again they were lucky to have Anwyn with them. Sometimes, the simple approach was the most effective. Despite their joined efforts, a quarter of the town burned down. At least there was nobody there at the time. Except for Jasper, who got singed, but survived without lingering injuries.
Glint turned the gourd to make sure the other side of the orchid would get enough sunlight. He promised himself to make sure it survived until he could present it to Root. If only just to laugh at how he would finally have an ophris cornuta at home.
It was… unusual to have a place he wanted to come back to. He half-expected it to make him even more of a coward than usual: having something to lose would logically suggest he’d be more scared of losing it by dying. So he rather surprised himself when the moment he saw the dragons wreaking havoc on the empty village his first instinct was to run towards the likely death than away from it. It worked out that time but… who knew where his newly found bravery would lead him? How many people survived one mind-travelling experiences, let alone two? And he actually volunteered for the second one! Of course, his experience could come useful, and it might help Velania to save her love… but why wasn’t Glint more scared? Perhaps, having something worth protecting meant he actually wanted to protect it.
Glint knew Root would probably refuse to talk to him for a week for such blasphemous thoughts, but he briefly allowed himself to muse if some plants bloom richer in unfamiliar soil.
