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#32
Jul 2, 2024 20:52:33 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Jul 2, 2024 20:52:33 GMT -6
![](https://hxrv2.neocities.org/MML/6_v2_sand_seedling.png) Quars Stamina: 1 Strength: 0 Resistance: 0 Dexterity: 2 Mentality: 2 Special Abilities: Impermeable, Phoenix-Blooded, Heart of the Guardian Moves: None x.20
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#32
Jul 4, 2024 10:56:30 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Jul 4, 2024 10:56:30 GMT -6
He occasionally stops by the garden store to strike up a conversation with the old woman who runs the store, whose thumbs are much greener than his own. Alura does very well to keep up a shop like hers for so long, but he never does ask how long she's been in the business. Since he's so well versed in gardening as he is, she asks him to assist her with a new project. The most profitable portion of her shop, besides her alchemical skillset, seems to be the sale of arid climate creatures. Dragon oaks and mussimander and such. Mjusi was a popular buy? He didn't even know they were purchasable. Regardless, the chance to assist is something Flare agrees to do, the coming day. While mixing up a sandy mixture of soil to attempt to tempt his shy mjusi, maybe there was a shard of glass or metal in the soil that he didn't catch but when he's scooping sand out of one bucket into the mixing bucket, several drops of blood join it. Something managed to cut his thumbpad. Removing his hands from the sand, the tumaian stands there, his thumb against his mouth to stop the droplets. It does stop soon after, the pain a dull throb through the thumb itself. But when he looks back at the bucket, something is nestled in the sand, looking like a topaz or something. Was that what cut him? Theres no blood staining the sand either. Strange. Something drives him to return to the shop tomorrow with his bucket of sand, with gloves prepared in case he's working with thorns and such. Awakening. Blood? Feeding. Bond! One! Growing. Waiting. 1 x.20
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#32
Jul 4, 2024 11:03:44 GMT -6
Post by Flare on Jul 4, 2024 11:03:44 GMT -6
Flare is very well versed in arid desert climate. Lots of heat gathers during the day and cools off significantly at night. With a pad of paper in his hand, he scribbles down several ideas on what sort of 'climate' arid comes to mind. Mind, desert in Tumai is much different then the more Temperate parts of the world this far...east? Showing his essentially scribbles. Although Common isn't his best written language, he can translate his tumaian script. She's in agreement of the moderate heat to cool nights shift, but because these creatures are not desert bred (except for one mjusi apparently), the high heat of the desert would be too much. Which she does bring him past the main garden area of the shop, to show what she had to work with so far. The area is big enough to house several creatures at once comfortably. The dragon oaks usually either sunning or shading themselves by midday. Mjusi are more nocturnal, depending on the breed. Did he intend to use sealife for the project? The question confused him, until gestured at his bucket. Looking into it, soemthing resembling a clam is settled into the sand. Growing. Waiting. Sensing? One! Seen. 2 x.20
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