// where your body hears the words of the sun //
Lena arched her brows as he finally pinpointed upon the clear images, not saying anything, but giving enough of a grin to show she noticed. Then she played her role as supervisor, watching as he carefully, somewhat, curated the soil and loam to his liking. “That should work,” she noted, giving him the go-ahead – and opting to take out several of the seeds and place them in his palm – he should’ve done the honors, given it was his quest and all.
He probably wouldn’t like the answer she was about to give, but it was still simplistic and honest. “You’ll probably notice something sprouting in about a week or two,” which, while it wasn’t ideal, it was far faster than other portions and probabilities. “Unless you have a friend with some earth magic to move things along.” The Caretaker could only imagine how swiftly growth could be yielded in those regards – but she gave him another grin regardless, maneuvering the watering can closer to them as he sifted.
He probably wouldn’t like the answer she was about to give, but it was still simplistic and honest. “You’ll probably notice something sprouting in about a week or two,” which, while it wasn’t ideal, it was far faster than other portions and probabilities. “Unless you have a friend with some earth magic to move things along.” The Caretaker could only imagine how swiftly growth could be yielded in those regards – but she gave him another grin regardless, maneuvering the watering can closer to them as he sifted.
Lena
// spoken in the voices of trees //
