Monzun has done as they planned, so far: a few fields have been made closer to their Village stores, a few more poorly-placed ones burned (after being blocked off by Sweetheart and several rocks), and they've decided to start fixing up that mountain by the green-roofed Village. Without their god, a few had begun replanting the forests destroyed by the old holy war, but it was very slow going, and many houses were looking quite shabby because of it.
And, simply enough, Monzun enjoys forests.
They work side-by-side with their Creature to grow them, just as they did when they first learned of Miracles in times centuries past, when Monzun couldn't even cast under their own power.
"Greetings, Lethys," they say dryly, as if his appearance hadn't had their hand jerk from the forest they'd been watering to somewhere far to the left. (A single straw-covered house suddenly suffers a deluge on half of it. The people who come out expect Laetes and are confused not to see anything at all.) "I thought I'd answered that already, and am doing such right now."
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And, simply enough, Monzun enjoys forests.
They work side-by-side with their Creature to grow them, just as they did when they first learned of Miracles in times centuries past, when Monzun couldn't even cast under their own power.
"Greetings, Lethys," they say dryly, as if his appearance hadn't had their hand jerk from the forest they'd been watering to somewhere far to the left. (A single straw-covered house suddenly suffers a deluge on half of it. The people who come out expect Laetes and are confused not to see anything at all.) "I thought I'd answered that already, and am doing such right now."