“No that’s not it either. It’s more brown and is crispy like a nut.” Ossian explained as she examined Cerule’s latest attempt at creating a coffee bean     

[color=007fff]”Why do you want this again?”[/color] The Avatar said after a sigh. What she had at first thought of as a novel distraction had rapidly turned into a repetitive slog exemplified by the pile of strange beans currently littering the small round table the pair where sitting at. 

“So we can make coffee,” Ossian explained simply, “which is a warm drink you might share with friends on a journey such as this.”

“And yes, before you point it out, I know I can’t drink it, but Azura did put a sense of smell on these things so we could still enjoy it that way,” she added. The pair where, after all, both dead souls which had been crystallized and then placed within stone automota known as Armonia and as a result neither needed, or could, eat or drink. Despite this the dead sometimes found themselves with cravings for things they could no longer consume and so resorted to smelling those things instead. It was a 50/50 shot on whether this would satisfy or intensify the craving. 

[color=007fff]”Then let’s go straight to that then,”[/color] Cerule said impatiently, before waving her hand and conjuring a coffee flask, which unbeknownst to both of them was identical in every way to the one split tooth had received and delivered, out of thin air. 

The two stared at the, to them, futuristic fluid receptacle for a few moments before Ossian picked it up, popped the lid off it and took a whiff of the continents. After a contented sigh, or more accurately a deliberate mimicry of a sigh due to her lack of lungs, confirmed that “this is it”

[color=007fff]”Huh,”[/color] Cerule said flatly, a little surprised by the sudden success after so many initial failures. [color=007fff]”I guess someone made the drink without making the ingredients first then.”[/color] 

“A shame. We won’t be able to grow it then,” Ossian said 

[color=007fff]”Maybe I  can...”[/color] Cerule muttered as she levitated a grape sized ball of the coffee out of the cup and then floated it before her. After staring at intensely for a few moments the fluid suddenly evaporated, leaving only the ground up remains of the bean behind. Then those grains clumped together to form a roasted coffee bean as it was familiar to Ossian. Then the bean turned green, a bright red berry grew around it, then the branch the berry would have grown on materialized as coffee plant grew into existence in reverse, first branches them stem and finally roots.

“Huh. Did not know that was how you grew those.” Ossian said as the plant finished being created. Years of being in the presence of the divine had sourly numbed her to the miracles they so casually performed.

[color=007fff]”Explains why I couldn't replicate it from your description then,”[/color] Cerule replied before standing up from the little table they were seated at and carefully grabbing the new plant by the stem and picking it up off the table, [color=007fff]”Now let’s get this thing planted somewhere before we arrive.”[/color]

“Mm,” Ossian wordlessly agreed and in a few moments they had left the balcony, and the picturesque view it provided of the world rolling by below them, behind.

The pair strolled through the halls of the floating temple, currently being dragged south by a number of sky whales, at a casual pace, stopping occasionally to talk with others as Ossian encouraged almost everyone they passed to smell the coffee Cerule had created, until they found their way to the garden. It surrounded the temple, a great floating mass of soil bearing innumerable forms of plant life that where now joined by the humble coffee plant. These plants where the bedrock of life for the shoals of Tonnikala, great and small, that had been herded along with the island, a seed of the ecosystem gradually spreading across the Blue to every mountain peak. 

This seed traveled south from its origin at the north pole across oceans and continents till it reached the heart of Atokhekwoi. On the other side of the world from their place of rebirth the dead placed their second home and the future basis of a second node in their plan to remake death itself. The great chains which the sky-whales had used to pull the vast floating structure were turned into anchors binding the floating temple to the peak of the tallest mountain in the south which, bathed in the warmth of the shining city of Heliopolis and the healing light of the Lustrous Garden remained forever a place where Galbar and the Blue where one.

As soon as the island was securely attached hundreds of soulless Armonia descended from it and began fortifying the mountain against any possible intrusions while the Tonnikala where set loose upon the surrounding area to make their homes among the floating temples above and dark mountains below.

Azura’s people, it was clear, where here to stay.

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Cerule and Ossian reinvent coffee.

Meanwhile they, an unspecified number of soul crystal undead and Tonnicala arrive at the south pole and dock a massive floating island to one of the mountains there, intending to use it as a permanent home/base.
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[hider=mp summary]
Start: 13 FP 2 MP

1 MP: coffee plants

2 Fp used to make another giant floating island and the garden surrounding it. (utterly random assortment of plants helpful provided by sphere interaction between the Blue and the World tree)

End: 11 FP 1 MP
Portfolio progress:

Birds: (9/10)
The Verse: (6/10)
Rebirth: (7/10)
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