[SE] Roots Take Hold (Open)

"I would like only a chance to be heard. I must say I find it most...frustrating that I have been cast out by Gods I have not even met, when they can in fact be met." He sighed, perhaps patting down some dirt harder than he had to as he planted his next shrub, thinking of his recent rejection at the Glade. At least there was the one advantage to his situation, the one Jigano picked up on: his magic. Lifting a hand, he created within his palm a small tool, a metal hook with a round wooden handle. This was how he had made all of his tools for his work and he had come to appreciate the ability greatly. "At first I could just do this." He gave the tool over to Jigano. "Then...I have found within myself the ability to purify darkness and evil. It is hard to explain but...I can feel dark magics. And I can banish them." There was a pride in his voice as he described this process, feeling it to be an almost holy power. Lastly he shrugged, clearly considering this last magic to be less interesting: "I can also heal people, if they have small wounds. It only seems to extend to bruises and scratches, at the moment." Perhaps if this ability increased, he would be more excited about it. It seemed there were plenty more possibilities with magic to discover, from what Jigano seemed to be doing to the plants. "What is it you can do?" "Loreseekers." Abasi repeated, thinking the word sounded rather ridiculous, but not showing it. "What lore do you seek?" A B A S I The birds are mocking me They call to be heard The birds are mocking me They curse my return