10/30/2025, 1:31 AM
Skill:
Sorry for my delay, ya'll <3 If this is wrapped up, Sreda can take her root somewhere else! But I'm happy to continue plotting/collaborating on this, too!! :3
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Sreda's eyes shifted, catching on the strange white and blue flower. It was leggy, with light blue bells. She knew this plant — and yet she did not know it. Sreda's lips would thin into an imperceptible line, her gaze narrowing as she flicked her ears toward it. Familiar. Unfamiliar.
The voice answered her: Chelone Caeruleum.
Chelone Caeruleum,she would repeat, as if for a moment hypnotized. Her voice was hummed, melodic and yet unemotional as the waves of sensation passed over her with powerful force. As the intensity of the knowledge imparted itself on her, she felt her vision blur ... and everything went hazy until ... it was gone. The clouds, the fog. Everything. All but ...
Chelone Caeruleum,she would repeat again, noting the delicate bud that was left at her paws. A gift from the other side.
Sreda slowly came back to her senses, the soft chatter of the other wolves around her distracting her from the dream they'd all shared. Their voices echoed, calm and collected as they discussed what to do with the sacred roots. Sreda's mind whirred, her silence powerful as she simply watched the others and contemplated what to do. She could not take this back to Elysium ... no ... that land was cursed, the water wretched and rotten.
(Unless it, like herself, thrived off of decay.)
Discussion commenced about where to take their prizes. A sense of powerful possessiveness struck her, and yet ... she had to be tactical. She would be tactical. This was more than a matter of science, now.
Elysium is cursed by plague water,she would offer firmly, placing her paws on either side of her own gifted root as she looked toward the group.
I will bring this root to safer soil,she'd continue in agreement with the formulated plan, before continuing:
On the condition I, too, may enter said lands to study the growth of the plant and its effects.She would blink, looking toward the bodies gathered. If her conditions went ungranted, well, she would find her own way to cultivate this new plant.
She only had one chance.
Good thing she had always been resourceful.
