Quanil sighed twice - first in relief that the provost was okay and then in annoyance as they considered the Tangleweed with its new cloth core.
"It's... not coming at all, honestly," they admitted. "I think magic might be a requirement for Tangleweed milking."
Although, even as they said that, their mind began whirling. "Magic... or a lot more preparation." Because maybe... maybe if there was a box, and we could herd the Weed into it and then introduce the cloth, then use fire to make the Weed let go while opening the box again so it can flee, and hopefully it'd leave the cloth behind...
They set aside the mental designs for a Tangleweed Milking Box and looked back to "their" Weed. "I don't think it's giving up that bit of cloth, but I can try to hold it in place with my staff and this bit of wall if you want to try to 'convince' it to let go with fire?" they suggested weakly. Quanil shrugged. "Probably best to write it off as experimental failure and focus on the methods that work."
"It's... not coming at all, honestly," they admitted. "I think magic might be a requirement for Tangleweed milking."
Although, even as they said that, their mind began whirling. "Magic... or a lot more preparation." Because maybe... maybe if there was a box, and we could herd the Weed into it and then introduce the cloth, then use fire to make the Weed let go while opening the box again so it can flee, and hopefully it'd leave the cloth behind...
They set aside the mental designs for a Tangleweed Milking Box and looked back to "their" Weed. "I don't think it's giving up that bit of cloth, but I can try to hold it in place with my staff and this bit of wall if you want to try to 'convince' it to let go with fire?" they suggested weakly. Quanil shrugged. "Probably best to write it off as experimental failure and focus on the methods that work."
