Planting a cactus for Ghilio had seemed like a nice idea at the time. Tal was still hoping to get on the Flowerbirth deity's good side to try and bring a little warmth back to Halo, and what better way to make a good impression then with a plant?
A spiky, arid, kind-of-droopy-from-being-too-wet-in-the-swamp plant.
He reassured himself it was the effort that counted.
And maybe the suffering. Because he was definitely suffering in the stifling heat. He couldn't even cool himself down with sweating; the liquid evaporated the moment it thought about forming on his skin. So instead he grumbled. And bitched. And swore under his breath as he made his way over the sands, following the path he'd last walked with Deimos. Boreal glided overhead, basking in the heat like a scaly white moonlet as she rumbled down directions from above until the courier reached the well-shrine and knelt on the dry ground nearby. Retrieving the tragic cactus in its protective box from his Bag of Holding, he waited while Boreal used sharp, heavy claws to dig a suitable hole before planting the prickly friend and patting the dry earth back into place around its base. "Uh, Ghilio? I know it's not. Um. Well. I thought you might like something green so, uh. I hope you like her." Did cacti even have genders? Tal didn't know, but he'd started calling the plant 'Daisy' so hopefully it fit.
Anju
A spiky, arid, kind-of-droopy-from-being-too-wet-in-the-swamp plant.
He reassured himself it was the effort that counted.
And maybe the suffering. Because he was definitely suffering in the stifling heat. He couldn't even cool himself down with sweating; the liquid evaporated the moment it thought about forming on his skin. So instead he grumbled. And bitched. And swore under his breath as he made his way over the sands, following the path he'd last walked with Deimos. Boreal glided overhead, basking in the heat like a scaly white moonlet as she rumbled down directions from above until the courier reached the well-shrine and knelt on the dry ground nearby. Retrieving the tragic cactus in its protective box from his Bag of Holding, he waited while Boreal used sharp, heavy claws to dig a suitable hole before planting the prickly friend and patting the dry earth back into place around its base. "Uh, Ghilio? I know it's not. Um. Well. I thought you might like something green so, uh. I hope you like her." Did cacti even have genders? Tal didn't know, but he'd started calling the plant 'Daisy' so hopefully it fit.
Anju
