PROMPT 3 RESPONSE BEGINS HERE
Dustfinger is a little surprised to have the other stallion agree so readily with his new plan, maybe his points about the tree being magical were more persuasive than he’d thought. Epaphroditos does not acquiesce without embellishing the plan a bit but these embellishments do seem to make it work even better. With the added water Dusty is no longer slowed by the grainy sand filling his trench in as quickly as he digs it and he is able to make it deeper much faster than before.
The warmth which follows the sudden disbursement of the rain storm is not as beneficial as the inked stallion had hoped it might be. Luckily though, the star coated stallion is able to produce water at a steady enough rate that the dampened sand doesn’t just all dry out again. After a time, working together, they do manage to get the hole deep enough to be of some use. Then, as planned, Epaphroditos fills it with water and Dustfinger pushes the stone back and forth until it finally comes loose from the tree roots.
They are not left to enjoy the excitement of success for long. Dustfinger feels her heat before he sees her and then she is there once again berating his companion. The pale stallion is hard pressed not to laugh when he sees the twin clouds floating over the two. Apparently the magic misfiring issue isn’t entirely cured just yet. Anevay does not leave either of them time to react much before she is diving in to appropriate the stone.
Annoyed by the sudden confiscation of their prize, Dustfinger unwisely attempts to argue her out of the idea.
“Hey, wait a minute! We’re the ones who got it loose can’t we...”
His protests go completely unremarked however. Anevay on a mission apparently only hears, or at least only acknowledges, mission critical things. She has the stone inside a strange looking bag and has moved on to examining the very young tree before Dusty is even half way through his second sentence. After briefly explaining what the sapling is she issues more orders to the pair and vanishes, yet again.
Help the tree grow…
How? Why, even? Why are more sacred dew trees needed?
Well, as we’ve established, Dusty doesn’t actually know all that much about magic and Anevay is, well Anevay. Maybe the why doesn’t matter… but the how definitely does.
“I am soooo not a gardener!” The pale stallion grumbles loudly as he once more moves in to look more closely at the sapling.
The tree, of course, has no answers for him at all. He assumes it probably has enough water for a time given how drenched they had to get the roots in order to remove the blasted stone. Light? He squints up at the sky, yep plenty of that… possibly even too much. Sand though… he digs absently at the ground, that might not be the best thing for a tree, even a magical one.
He glances back towards Epaphroditos and brightens noticeably as he is reminded that his companion is practically a walking plant himself.
“You don’t seem to have any trouble keeping your friend there healthy and hardy,” he nods towards the bat orchid on the other male’s back. “Got any bright ideas for this baby dew tree?”
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