[SE] you can't plant flowers if you haven't botany

DEIMOS

Picking up several more flowers and vines, given the need for many green hues amongst Evie’s crown, he tilted his head vaguely, an anchor of patience and calm. Given her day, perhaps that quiet resolve urged Idalia’s eyes to go fluttering closed, berries finished, stomach full, safety secured in her father’s orbit. Nonetheless, he still listened, waiting for Icarus’s denial or acceptance – and presuming much of the latter. The Sword knew ambition, the need of proving oneself time and time again to the masses, or the grating, incessant pull of trying to instill strength, day after day, becoming a little better by each moment. He’d been much the same way, before he learned for himself what war meant, and how much it carved into one’s soul. How much it lingered, stayed, and scarred. How sometimes it felt like the few things he could always comprehend. Battle did something to them all; but he’d never want to toss them into the midst of it without ever preparing for the inevitable.

It was why they practiced with armaments and trebuchets and walked perimeters, ran beside walls and greeted their citizens. It was why they instilled shelter and sanctuary, knew each and every route and street, and then took their strides out to the tundra or extended their wings over verdant valleys. Ready, at a moment’s notice, for whatever sprung.

At the agreement, Deimos grinned, and then glanced back at his wares, fingers roaming back over leaves before placing another blue in the mix. “Good. I know you already have your magic, but it will probably be wise to bring your favored weapon and shield.”

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you have the ability to survive anything