The wreath had come together nicely, Jigano thought, with a collection of colors in reds and oranges and yellows, fire-bright and sunset-hued. The matching crown was in violets and blues, with a few sprays of red and yellow to match it to the wreath, while it was able to stand on its own as well. He glanced up at Bastien as the other man began asking questions and speaking to each of them in turn, but his hands continued to make flowers from magic and weave them together as people spoke. ”I don’t think I can make fantastical flowers,” he admitted conversationally. ”But real ones, yes, if I’m familiar with them I seem to be able to recreate them with magic. And I can’t keep them from dying forever, no, but I can give them a boost so that they’ll live much longer than one plucked would.” Using his healing magic combined with his earth magic it was possible to do more than earth magic alone gave him a bit of an edge in the botanical department.
He listened to the others give their answers as well while he continued his creation, adding a second crown and then a third. Perhaps some booth would appreciate the matching wreath and crowns for those running it, or perhaps a family would prefer to take them home during the festival, floral souvenirs to remember the party by for a week before they would fade.
He listened to the others give their answers as well while he continued his creation, adding a second crown and then a third. Perhaps some booth would appreciate the matching wreath and crowns for those running it, or perhaps a family would prefer to take them home during the festival, floral souvenirs to remember the party by for a week before they would fade.
