Take me to the promised never land + planting flowers

[LETHE ELD-CIPHER]

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Anthemtalon had wound up zoning out a little. Probably due to the nice, warm sunlight that gleamed down from above. It was nice, especially considering how cold the territory tended to be. A cold blooded lizard such as himself had a reason to be lazy when it was so cold that he barely could muster the energy to move sometimes, right? That would be his reasoning, if asked. Not that Anthem figured he'd be asked, and he was mighty fine with his laziness being allowed. "New, yes." Slow the response was to Byriath, but managed regardless.

The komodo monitor's head lifted up, finally physically responding once Aphra stormed away. His tongue flickered, the best method he had for expression confusion other than the movement of settling his jaw afterwards. A garden. The lizard's mind tried to churn it over, and failed to produce anything other than 'leaves'. Good enough for Anthemtalon. The word 'help' finally registered to him as well. Helping with the plants? He wasn't too sure what he could do, and settled for laying his head back down from where he'd been watching Aphra storm away.

"Anthemtalon," he introduced once the realization was made that more introductions were being handed out. "Nice mud. Warm mud. Sun warm," the komodo monitor then continued. The seeds were being put into the ground, right? He settled with his attempt of helping to be scraping the mud with his claws exactly once, and then pulling that arm back close again. "Helped. Helpful."

ANTHEMTALON [] komodo monitor [] tags

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