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Little Purple Stars

Healing prompt Spring, Y18 [Florian]



Phantom

The Syndicate
Sidi

Expert Healer (175)

Novice Intellectual (20)

age
3 Years
gender
Male
gems
13
size
Small
build
Light
posts
31
player
Dragon Mod

Samhain 2022Statue 4 Worship
08-30-2022, 10:45 PM


He didn't miss the way the stranger seemed to almost appear...unsettled. Hm. Odd. Phantom, of course, would be oblivious to this sort of thing for some time yet probably, but he'd maybe figure it out sooner rather than later. He wasn't sure if he even cared, honestly. Besides, who was to say what normal was anyway? As far as he was concerned, the things he did now and the way he acted along with the things he'd do later and who he'd grow up to be would be perfectly normal in his head. There was no room for illogical thoughts. No, everything had an answer and luckily for him, this stranger would provide him with one. "Purple Saxifrage..." A simple yet strange name. Perfect. Now he had a name to put to it. He looked at the flowers again, "Thank you," After all, this information warranted that, didn't it?

“This may go without saying but… just be careful when you experiment with them, alright? I’m sure it goes without saying but never test on yourself or someone you care about when you don’t know what something does.” He looked thoughtful for a moment, an almost quiet chuckle slipping up when he thought. Dang, his siblings would make such good candidates! Or maybe even that strange fluffy white pup...hmm...yes...good candidates indeed. When Florian started to shift some of the rocks, Phantom moved opposite of him and started to carefully move some of the smaller ones that he could lift on his own. He would move them carefully, taking care to break as little of the roots and shoots as he could. If this stranger was willing to help him with his goal, then he could get to testing them and growing a cluster of his own soon enough.

"Phantom." He said simply as he carefully lifted up a piece of the plant and carved out a small bit of dirt to lift it away as if he were doing surgery. "My name." He stated, turning a dead, dark eye to the stranger who was helping him.

WC: 1,725


"Phantom"