Jigano nodded wryly as he glanced out the thick windows towards the snows that remained year-round in this magically-frozen place. Hardy was the only option unless... Loren was already ahead of him, and he grinned with enthusiasm for the idea. "I actually might be able to help with that too." Leaving that aside for the moment he listed what he had brought and listened in turn to the Grand Healer's list of supplies, humming thoughtful approval as much to his friend's words as to the plants he was coaxing into a strong start in life. "That should take care of most of the minor ailments for anyone who doesn't want magical assistance," he agreed. "And far better than what they had before you arrived." His smile turned wry as he glanced at his friend, remembering the ningos and dust of the place before Loren had taken it under his goose-feathered wing and turned it around.
He paused from using his magic to grow the plants to turn around and hold out his hands, cupping the empty air. "The greenhouse, though... Usually the problem is getting enough glass to make it viable, but I've learned a new trick recently." He winked at the summoner, then concentrated as he pulled together his fire, earth, and creation magic. The air between his hands shimmered as the silent song filled his soul, and a moment later a small pane of glass rested in his hands, thick and clear. He held it up to Loren for examination. "I can make larger, but I'm not sure how stable they'd be," he admitted ruefully. "But smaller panes are easier to replace, too, if something happens to damage them." Like hailstorms, for instance.
He paused from using his magic to grow the plants to turn around and hold out his hands, cupping the empty air. "The greenhouse, though... Usually the problem is getting enough glass to make it viable, but I've learned a new trick recently." He winked at the summoner, then concentrated as he pulled together his fire, earth, and creation magic. The air between his hands shimmered as the silent song filled his soul, and a moment later a small pane of glass rested in his hands, thick and clear. He held it up to Loren for examination. "I can make larger, but I'm not sure how stable they'd be," he admitted ruefully. "But smaller panes are easier to replace, too, if something happens to damage them." Like hailstorms, for instance.
