Sah
The forest never sleeps and the wolf never dies
Sah pulled up to a stop beside Deimos and looked at the grass. At first, he was puzzled but he took a knee and ran a hand over it. The movement made the scent of vanilla waft in the air. Picking a leaf, the Abandoned held it up to his nose and cautiously sniffed it. "It's just like vanilla, weird."There was one section of the grass that looked nearly brittle. It was on rockier terrain and Sah wondered if perhaps it wasn't getting enough water. Calling upon his recently mastered water magic, he conjured a small bubble of water. Using his air magic to float it over to the dried portion, he let it gently rain down onto the grass. It wasn't much but maybe it would help the grass last until the next rainstorm.
