Noe
Change my priorities
Noe stepped around some brightly-colored flowers and stumbled over a root, nearly teetering into the very flora she’d sought to avoid. As she regained her footing, she glanced at the flowers with trepidation, moving quickly on as though to avoid lingering near something that may or may not prove to be dangerous.
”Yeah, maybe not relocating,” she agreed as she moved on, keeping an eye on their surroundings and marking a spot with a particularly bright array of color on the map. ”But if we knew about how much territory they need, maybe we could avoid disturbing them too much. Have we thought about building with the jungle?” she added then, tapping her pencil against her lip thoughtfully. ”Like, you know how in the Greatwood everything’s built into trees? Maybe we could, like, use the poisonous plants in a wall around the town, or let the vines grow to reinforce walls, or… something like that?”
As for the fable Noe had referenced, the girl shrugged. ”Okay, so maybe I’m misremembering,” she said lightly, unbothered. She couldn’t be an expert on everything, after all. In any case, she turned her attention to the yellowed, drooping vines and frowned. ”Okay, that’s bizarre,” she said, peering down at the rot. ”We definitely don’t want to build around here. And it might be worth trying to figure out what it is and where it’s coming from, so that it doesn’t spread and disrupt the ecosystem or the town.”
”Yeah, maybe not relocating,” she agreed as she moved on, keeping an eye on their surroundings and marking a spot with a particularly bright array of color on the map. ”But if we knew about how much territory they need, maybe we could avoid disturbing them too much. Have we thought about building with the jungle?” she added then, tapping her pencil against her lip thoughtfully. ”Like, you know how in the Greatwood everything’s built into trees? Maybe we could, like, use the poisonous plants in a wall around the town, or let the vines grow to reinforce walls, or… something like that?”
As for the fable Noe had referenced, the girl shrugged. ”Okay, so maybe I’m misremembering,” she said lightly, unbothered. She couldn’t be an expert on everything, after all. In any case, she turned her attention to the yellowed, drooping vines and frowned. ”Okay, that’s bizarre,” she said, peering down at the rot. ”We definitely don’t want to build around here. And it might be worth trying to figure out what it is and where it’s coming from, so that it doesn’t spread and disrupt the ecosystem or the town.”
The taste of your lips is my idea of luxury
Minor powerplay allowed without permission.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
Feel free to use force/magic on Noe.
