garden [★] THE SEVENTH MAID IN A ROW

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— aine | the pitt | fae druid —

Little black paws padded through dense jungle, a pair of bright, golden-hazel hues gleaming sharply in the shadows, meticulously searching.  Seeking.  On the hunt for something rather simple... Perfect! A small clearing alight from the sun, permitted through by an opening in the green canopy.  An excited smile broke open her previously concentrated frown.

Considerably unaware how to control her ability to manipulate the earth, Aine began her self-adorned task by paw.  The little open clearing soon saw itself converted into a little garden.  Not far from the winding path through the jungle too!

Carefully, she moved some hefty rocks into a great circle, marking the place's border.  By the time the petite vixen finished that the sun had risen to the sky's center, warming her scarlet orange fur.  Smaller rocks soon seperated the circle's inside, marking different sections of her creation.  In the center, she built another circle of rocks, similarly smaller.

Furrowing her brow sharply, she stood at the smaller circle''s edge, eyes locked fiercely on the ground.  Carrying water back and forth to this place would be rather meticulous.  Besides, since it rained often, she hoped a small pool might form... If she could lower the ground.

Manipulating the ground was not the same as manipulating the plants.  Idly she fought the memory of the scary Tangler she tried to bring down with vines.  'Run.  Leave this place.' Stubbornly against the negative recollection, she focused on her connection to the jungle floor.  The earth.

When the dirt successfully began caving in, her eyes brightened.  A small, pond-sized indention soon took shape within her stone circle.  Perfect for collecting rain water.  I should fill the bottom with sand though... A future issue.

With thoughtful consideration, the child decided she'd organize diagonally.  Two sections for healing herbs, two sections for flowers.  Perfect for attracting butterflies.

Eager, she took off excitedly, to find some flowers.  With her abilities she may be able to unroot a few and move them.  Or there might be seeds in the temple. But the thought of sneaking around the event temple for seeds made her fur prick.

Instead, she plunged back into the jungle, seeking out her favorite flowers.

By sundown, half the little garden stood more colorful than before, now home to a number of vibrant tropical flowers.  For the other half Aine would have to be far more picky and seek out the most useful herbs.

Well worn-out but happy, the youth sat at the garden's edge, examining her handiwork, her mind far away from unhappy mages of the recent battle.

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