DEIMOS
Deimos had much to learn on the area and expertise of plant life; the notions and need for such contemplation had rarely come up in Helovia, and he’d always had D’art to fall back on in any area of poisons, antidotes, and the like. His farming capabilities were a bit lackluster as well, recalling and remembering Loren’s attempts at opening the fields within the Hollowed Grounds to some semblance of an irrigation system. It hadn’t gone well. Was it even being utilized now – considering the shifts and turns the world had taken? He choked back an inward snort, for it wouldn’t make much sense to Cordelia anyway, and simply corresponded to her request.In the meantime, he handed the rest of the and flowers to her, while he tended to the honeysuckle. “You can place these where they would be suitable,” leaving it to her, which would probably be best, in figuring out those areas.
The aforementioned blossoms, bulbs, and florets readily corresponded to his requests, as he worked his way from the bottom: settling the roots downward into the soil, then coiling the vines up along the side of the cabin, one by one, inch by inch.
You aren't afraid of throwing yourself
in the path of danger
but you're terrified of letting anyone in
