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[yes, so after you finish this quest and come back we can roll a die. If it rolls right he can assign you the next half and upgrade it then an there with another quest, or if it rolls wrong you will have to wait the 2 months to try and upgrade it with a quest another time.]
The mare's disappoint went unnoticed by the earthen monument of a horse. His mind was too preoccupied with weary thoughts of his brother's reappearance and the notions of time and space that would accompany it. That Xira herself would be questing this particular type of magic at this moment was unsettling and seemed a foreshadowing promise of the future to arrive.
Dust swirled from the large nostrils in a snort as the God of the Earth pressed these thoughts to the back of his conscious. He would ensure that he kept watch of this ability, at least in some part.
"Many do not consider the knowledge plants can obtain. Yet they watch and they listen and they learn of all the happenings that unfold before them. Such unlikely spies with no kingdoms to run or tongues to drag - yet they know it all regardless. In them you will find the strength to see beyond the present." The voice rattled to a close with a smile. The God of the Earth was ever fond of his leafy children and appreciated their potential when so many others did not.
"You must learn to speak with them, and to do that you must live with them, care for them, know of them. Tend this plant until the middle of Birdsong, then return with it and I will grant you the ability to converse with them and in their petals they will reveal what has since passed."
As he spoke he stomped a feathered hoof against the hard, frosted ground that composed the volcano here. It fissured and cracked under his touch, leaving a deep crevice. From the dark of the ground a green tendril crawled out, soon joined by another and then another until the split rock was lost beneath waves of green. All of the emerald fingers seemed to pull at once, raising up a beautiful flower and setting it on the cool stone before Xira. With the deed done, just as the God of the Earth's words finished, the green vines slipped back beneath and the rocky surface healed with only a faint scar of the opening that had once been.
The God of the Earth exhaled and water pooled at their feet, soaking the mound of dirt the frail-looking flower sat among. In some areas its roots were exposed and its green stalk was a thin line that drooped as it tried to support the head of petals. The petals were a pale color that seemed to suggest they had once been red. They counted to ten and circled an ordinary center of yellow pollen.
The God of the Earth frowned as he looked at his plant, which seemed not to respond to its drink he offered it. "I am afraid the plant is near it's time, but your extra care should awaken it back to its true splendor. As petals fall its health will continue to decline, it had once had 50 or more petals, so you may monitor it in such a manner. See to it that at least one petal remains by the time you see me again."
The plant had proved challenging even for the earthen deity, for it seemed not to enjoy the rain nor the sun, did not perk in the dawn or the dusk and did not sway happily in the passing wind as all other flowers did.
With one last concerned look at the plant the God of the Earth seemed to shrug, his wings fluttering faintly, before he began to turn away. He had to prepare his thoughts and convene with his sister regarding the arrival of Spark.
[Please return with the plant in January. The plant should be mentioned in every thread Xira is in from this point on.]
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Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta-Ta Touch me! [God of the Earth/Spark]
