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[h1]𝓜𝓲𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓵[/h1][/color][/center]

Interacting with: [@Rune_Alchemist]

Her mention of a date only got a few shaking of leaves and branches from his 'hair' as he turned it.  A questioning look.  He followed as closesly as he could even as she took flight, and he had to increase his stiff rigid pace to keep up.  She was faster by margins.  She could even fly while talking to him, keeping up her cheek, asking him questions.  He responded to her question.  [color=lightgreen]"Sanctuary, it's filled with things not on the outside.  Filled with yellow and kindness.  Not filled, here and there, but not filled."[/color]  This actually confused him more than he figured.  If it was a happy place, why did it seem so... barren...  These halls should be filled with the laughter of barkskins.  He had seen villages from afar, festivals, yellow bright as the sun.  If this was a happy place, where is everyone?  Those he met seem happy-ish.

Then he thought deeper.  [color=lightgreen]"Sanctuary might be safe place.  Safe, but safe from what?"[/color]  Another question to himself.  There were beasts and monsters, and softbarks attacked him but he never felt true fear before, only snippets of purple.  Mirithal managed to fight and flee and hide and stomp those that troubled him.  Smashing them into the dirt, reducing them to bugs and grass.

She gave him a task.  One question a day.  [color=lightgreen]"Will need many days."[/color]  He said, a hint of playfullness in how he responded.

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He took a moment to stare at the garden.  It looked almost point for point like his room.  It lacked the magic in replace of actual growth.  Flourishing, growing, green, everywhere you look.  He walked in among them, his arms outstretched as he touched the twigs, the leaves, unconsciously avoiding stepping on anything that couldnt recover from such damage.  The tree then seemed to match his surroundings, flowers and leaves growing as if he was making clothes out of them, verdant emerald green waving from back of him.  No part of this growth would disturb Tania, hell the leaves and moss would form as little comforts rather than have her sit on wooden bark.  [color=lightgreen]"Only seen four groves like this..."[/color]

This place was perfect.  Water, sun, the magic of the sanctuary made the soil fecund and ever present with nutrients.  His feet dug through the soil, burrowing deep and eating what he could get a hold of.  It was delicious, green magics replenishing him right through his roots.  He didn't realize just how hungry he was, how hungry he would get walking on the cold stone.  In the wilderness, every step was a sup of compost.  Here, he just needed to stand in one spot.  Maybe full in half an hour, the magic replenishing.

[color=lightgreen]"This... this can be home.  Veidish can live here."[/color]  He seemed to breath now his face uplifted and his arms stretched out.  [color=lightgreen]"Beautiful Green here.  Might claim this room.  Wonder if R will let me.  Better than that room."[/color]