The trees immediately start crowding each other between the Temple's spokes. She uproots a few and plants them further around the edges and repeats. A few brave little humans remain standing in the Temple's doors, mumbling in awe about it. Good-Girl-Sweetheart is particularly careful not to plant any in her pen yet and possibly crush them.
She waters a few more trees before turning to the shining blur of blue that arrives.
Oh! The Creature points excitedly. She remembers this one. Lethys. A little too fond of lightning, but that's easily shaken off now, and he shared his food in the end. She got to play with Laetes too after they both stopped being terrible jerks. She straightens up to wave at him, and in the very distance--there's Laetes, in fact, that she waves at too far far far away.
Monzun doesn't need much. They'd been forced to flee with less. A short consult with the disciples they'd already planned and some food, and they head on through.
They find this is a boon.
Monzun curses their shortsightedness and frantically snatches most of their still-screaming people from the air and set them gently down before they can hit the ground and sea. A few are too late, dead or close enough. With haste, they Heal what they can.
Above, Sweetheart and every single living thing within three villages' length light up with it. Monzun feels a flicker of something; the rush of the local god nearly atop them--an odd impression they must be leaving!--but also it seems at least one Wonder they built yet stands.
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She waters a few more trees before turning to the shining blur of blue that arrives.
Oh! The Creature points excitedly. She remembers this one. Lethys. A little too fond of lightning, but that's easily shaken off now, and he shared his food in the end. She got to play with Laetes too after they both stopped being terrible jerks. She straightens up to wave at him, and in the very distance--there's Laetes, in fact, that she waves at too far far far away.
Monzun doesn't need much. They'd been forced to flee with less. A short consult with the disciples they'd already planned and some food, and they head on through.
They find this is a boon.
Monzun curses their shortsightedness and frantically snatches most of their still-screaming people from the air and set them gently down before they can hit the ground and sea. A few are too late, dead or close enough. With haste, they Heal what they can.
Above, Sweetheart and every single living thing within three villages' length light up with it. Monzun feels a flicker of something; the rush of the local god nearly atop them--an odd impression they must be leaving!--but also it seems at least one Wonder they built yet stands.