Fastened with String and Bubblegum
08-11-2018, 10:28 PM
His ears pricked as she mentioned previous encounters with Abraxas. He wondered who she could be taking about. Her demeanor had him thinking she'd met one of his milder relatives otherwise she would have run for the hills upon learning his name. Malleus couldn't think of any Abraxas who'd said they were heading this way, but the rouges didn't keep anyone in the loop so it was entirely possible she'd met one of them. "That sounds like my kin alright," he joked. "The familial hard head probably saved his life." The woman was a wealth of wisdom, it seemed. She cautioned him to guard the plant carefully. Malleus took her words to heart. Perhaps some kind of fencing, or netting, would be a good idea. He'd have to see if Pascal could whip something up for him. He grinned and dipped his head appreciatively. "Thank you, I'll keep that in mind." Ever so gently Malleus pried the plant loose. With care he gently worked the root ball into the pouch he'd made and once it was in he carefully pulled the cattails tight around it so it wouldn't dribble dirt as he walked. Once done, he straightened ad fixed Ara with a smile. He was pleased not only with what he'd collected, but with the conversation he was having. Malleus was so pleased, in fact, that he was unwilling to leave just yet. "I bet if we look around we can find another if you'd like a plant of your own. I doubt this one grows all by itself." |