[SE] the portals of the night

Noah

Don't the best of them bleed it out?
While the rest of them peter out

Noah nodded once at Amhran's approval, the hunter moved back towards the area where the lillies were, setting the pots down in a neat row.  He spotted the trowel where Amhran had indicated and picked it up, turning it once in his hand like he might a knife.

Then, stepping up to the tabe, the Sentinel eased the blade into the soil well outside the stem. He worked slowly, careful not to lever too hard, loosening the earth instead of tearing through it. The greenhouse soil behaved nothing like frozen ground; it gave way easily, rich and dark, releasing a damp, living scent. He knew he could easily catch the roots of the plant and it wouldn't surive the transfer, so he was careful. 

He set the trowel aside and used his hands to widen the gap, lifting the root cluster with both palms. "Huh, he breathed. Mostly intact. Cradling it, he transferred the lily to one of the waiting pots, then worked on the next until Amhran returned.

Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around