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Who: Sophie and You!
Where: Cliffside overlooking the beach
When: Days 119-122
Open/Closed: Open - feel free to contact me if you'd like a specific, closed prompt.

[ A telepathic voice message from Sophie will be going out to anyone near the vicinity of the beach: ]

If anyone's close by the beach, come find me. There's something I want to show you.

[ And that's all she's going to say about it. It's a surprise!

On a high cliffside overlooking the small bit of ocean that the island has remaining, colorful patches of flowers cover the area. Although, there's noticeably an even bigger number of purple ones for some reason. The little flower meadow didn't exist before, at least not prior to Sophie's arrival.

Initially, she was slower than others to be able to use her magic. Now it comes easily to her, being able to have patches of flowers materialize with a simple touch on the ground. She used her magic to create a meadow as close to resembling the one back home, on Lhant Hill. However, it does have a few small differences, such as a few moonflowers from recent happenings on the island. There's no tree to make a friendship pact on and there's no Foselos in the sky. And likely, over time, there will be some new additions to the meadow.

Anyone who decides to wander into the area will find Sophie quietly sitting by the edge of the cliff, staring out towards the small ocean and into space. She's not actually zoning out, but looking thoughtful more than anything. ]

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I'll try my best!

[Geir sits up straighter and narrows his eyes to stare at the flowers, concentrating on them and feeding them energy. the strange pull of his power always makes him feel a bit as if his strength is a fast, deep river, diverting a little streamlet out of himself to feed into... somewhere.

when he's tried this before with people, they've felt a boost, as if they suddenly got a second wind. when he's tried it with normal plants, they've grown a bit more energetically, poking their little heads up above the earth (if they're seeds) or enthusiastically growing towards the sun. it's normally not a wholesale can-control-plants-to-suddenly-grow-overnight sort of thing as much as a transfer of life and liveliness, but he's not sure what the effect will be on magical plants.]

[ For some of the flowers, they're basking in the energy, though they don't really show much of a difference at a glance. They might seem a little perkier. As for a few of the purple flowers, the sopherias, caught up in Geir's magic... the petals glow brightly as he concentrates his energy into them. In a few seconds, the petals disperse into purple particles of light, leaving the sopherias' stems behind.

The light particles drift upward slowly, gradually moving further away. Sophie bounces on her heels. She wasn't expecting to see the blossomgale so soon. ]

Oh! That's the blossomgale!

[ She raises an arm up, waving to the sky. ]

Bye bye!

Bye...

[Geir echoes Sophie's sentiment, staring upwards after the vanishing sparks. how odd... that's really very pretty. he's never seen a flower do anything of the sort, and his eyes go very wide as he drinks in the sight.]

Oh... why does it do that?! I liked that a lot--! They're really beautiful that way.

[ She lowers her arm and smiles as she observes Geir's reaction. When she watched the sopherias become a blossomgale, she felt the same way. ]

That's how the sopherias spread their seeds. They usually become a blossomgale after they bathe in starlight after a few nights...

I love them! I can see why you made so many. Do you think the seeds are going to grow?! There's lots of starlight here...

[for a moment, Geir isn't thinking about oncoming winter or the weird nature of the Hub island, or anything else. he's just excited about the flowers.]

Oh, it's getting colder, isn't it-- maybe the seeds will survive till spring!

I hope so.

[ Flowers were able to grow on Lhant Hill all year-round due to its location. She'd found a similar cliff on the island, but she's not sure how well the flowers will fare.

If the seeds don't survive in the cold, of course she'll be sad. And that's just how it is. She'll try again and plant new ones with her magic. ]

...I'll just have to keep an eye on my babies.

You think of them as your babies?

[Geir noses thoughtfully at the flowers, surprised by that. he's not really familiar with feeling parental about anything, though he's had flickers of it in the past... that time when they all had strange dreams, when he noticed how much younger Sorey and Mikleo seemed than himself, is the closest he's come.]

Why?

Mothers take care of their children. Like making sure they stay healthy so they can grow up big and strong!

[ She mostly bases her familiarity with parental instincts with how caring Asbel and Cheria act towards her. She was born without parents and Asbel had recently became her adoptive father back home. ]

I make sure I do the same for my flowers.

Ohhhh. That does sound... nice.

[is that how his mother felt about him and his siblings? he can't ask her now, he supposes. he doesn't have as many memories of Angrboda as he might... they were still young when they were taken to Odin's hall.]

I know your flowers are going to do well. Even if they get cold and go away for a while for the winter, they'll be back in the spring for sure.