when you’ve got endurance

"Ah, I see," Amhran says with a smile as he hears Noah out; since the starlit braziers had appeared throughout the Citadel he's felt a little closer to the lady of the cosmos herself, having had a hand in their creation. "A tree from a seed is certainly an undertaking," he agrees, "but if you are set on it and you are willing to be patient... I think I might have something." His smile turns quiet and curious almost, as if wondering whether the fates have aligned for such a moment. "There is a flowering tree called a star magnolia," he explains, crouching to reach not for one of the dry, warm cupboards, but into an ice box. "You have to trick their seeds into believing it is Deepfrost for a few months, otherwise they won't germinate." From the box, after a bit of careful searching, Amhran removes a small container filled with soil substrate. "I happen to have some that should be ready for planting. It will not be a quick process for it to sprout, but if you want to try it...?" amhran amhran