the monsters turned out to be just trees

hope keeps us breathing, just to kill us in the end

The alchemist swallowed and nodded. "Yes." Isla had been one of his bestfriends, and though their relationship had grown slightly more complicated the night she ascended and he found her wandering the streets (mostly because of what followed that night and the morning after), still the medic held a near and dear place in his heart.

Mosses and clover grew around Loren as if to soften his fall and create a barrier between the snow and the Launceleyn's already wet animal pelts. Though Astra was wild and nimble, vines shot up from the ground to try and capture her. It was playfully done though, the tips of the earthen tentacles merely tickling against her flanks as she frolicked. "I...do not know." Remi answered with a light shrug, magic pouring out of him as their little secret-garden continued to rise up around them. Remi knew so little about magic as it was, Loren would remember, and knew even less about it here. "It just...happened one day." Nothing in the writings Jigano had made about the various forms of magic could account for this, but then, the bard's books only accounted for standard magic.