In these idle days and nights, she loved to spend her time here when she wasn’t distracting herself with conversations. It had a little to do with the atmosphere – the beautiful plants and fungus that gave off a gentle glow – and even more to do with the fact that she could, in a little way, do some good here. A lot of these plants were supporting the population down here, at least those that knew what was edible and what wasn’t. And as the bits were eaten, they needed a little extra help replenishing the soil. So she’d stand here and do what she could, feeling the tingle as the magic seeped from her hooves and into the soil that supported the mosses and grasses that managed to survive here.
Certainly their stay in the caves would have been a great deal more hectic if it weren’t for this branch of the cave system.
It wasn’t much, and maybe she wasn’t really helping. Certainly not any help that would be noticed in the short run, but longer-term the delightful plants that lived here would be happier and grow just a little stronger. Or, at least, that was her understanding.
Aly felt like she was helping, regardless of how much, and that let her feel at peace for a moment or two. It was nighttime in the world above now, though it always felt like night in this room. She should be sleeping, maintaining something of a regular pattern, but she was avoiding the thoughts that would plague her when she settled down to do so. Instead, she was here. Shifting to a new spot, the vines that hung from the ceiling brushed against her face – causing that glass headband to make a tinkling noise as the glass heart knocked lightly against her forehead - before she ducked around them and found a more comfortable spot. Best to spread the nutrients around, share the wealth. Whatever she could do to give a little back to the place that was supporting them through these difficult times.
Closing those emerald green eyes, she shut out everything else for a couple more minutes. There was no darkness eating up the land she had learned to call her home, no heartbreaking events that her friends were put through, no confessions that broke her heart. Denial was a wonderful thing.
She could pretend it was just her and the plants.
for @[Lena]
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