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longestnight_old2013-10-18 04:39 am
justadigger) wrote in longestnight_old2013-10-18 04:39 am
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Green Thumbed, In A Sense
With this new situation, Simon didn't mind the cold as much as he expected to, though he still admittedly preferred a warmer environment - one with soil under his feet rather than snow.
He counted it as a small blessing, then, when he found an area in the upper levels of North's Workshop where there were things growing. Food for the yetis, it looked like. There was a setup of some sort where they were magnifying what sun they could get up here to aid the plants' growth.
Simon stooped by the edge of the makeshift field, reaching one hand down to the dirt. He didn't dig around quite as much as he used to, and he likely wouldn't be able to do much of it here, but hey. Small comforts.
After a bit of idle working, a small patch of soil about the size of his open hand was tilled. A bit of it was scooped into his hand to get a closer look, though right before he was about to drop it back where it came from, his palm began to glow a bright green. It was nigh instantaneous - the light left his palm and entered the bit of ground in his hand. The unexpected reaction startled Simon, and caused him to drop it much faster than he had intended, scattering it across the area he'd been poking at. In short order, the glowing bits of earth sprouted up into pastel-petaled flowers.
Boota had been watching from the folds of the hood on Simon's head, and made an excited noise at the development. The little pigmole hopped out, investigating the newly-sprouted plants to confirm that they actually existed, and was followed by Simon's hand gently prodding them.
"Well, I'll be..."
He counted it as a small blessing, then, when he found an area in the upper levels of North's Workshop where there were things growing. Food for the yetis, it looked like. There was a setup of some sort where they were magnifying what sun they could get up here to aid the plants' growth.
Simon stooped by the edge of the makeshift field, reaching one hand down to the dirt. He didn't dig around quite as much as he used to, and he likely wouldn't be able to do much of it here, but hey. Small comforts.
After a bit of idle working, a small patch of soil about the size of his open hand was tilled. A bit of it was scooped into his hand to get a closer look, though right before he was about to drop it back where it came from, his palm began to glow a bright green. It was nigh instantaneous - the light left his palm and entered the bit of ground in his hand. The unexpected reaction startled Simon, and caused him to drop it much faster than he had intended, scattering it across the area he'd been poking at. In short order, the glowing bits of earth sprouted up into pastel-petaled flowers.
Boota had been watching from the folds of the hood on Simon's head, and made an excited noise at the development. The little pigmole hopped out, investigating the newly-sprouted plants to confirm that they actually existed, and was followed by Simon's hand gently prodding them.
"Well, I'll be..."