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Ayszel gazed at the stretch of destruction before her, the landslide had obliterated the layers of soil carefully laid down over the millennia and the flora and fauna carpeting it. Bells had passed, bells of staring out over the wreckage. Like a giant hammer pounding into the base of her skull. The panic of the creatures, worms and insects slipping deeper into the soil were trying to get away and moving toward the unknown. …Like me… She murmured to herself.
A vision had arisen in the nexus of her mind, something that made her soul boil in anticipation and her gnosis mark tremble wantonly. It began as a bare cave, a cave through which she would tunnel a constant stream of water and loaded with thick layers of soil inside. She would heat water with the fire place, to run hot hair through the room and in it she could begin. Begin an underground plant farm with all the diversity of Lhavit. Here she could farm all the plants necessary to fix the scars of the earth, to replant and reshape the land when things moved out of balance.
It was something she had been debating since she had gotten her gnosis. She was learning how to interpret the land, how to know it was out of balance, but she wasn’t sure how to correct it, how to fix things when there were imbalances. She could encourage the plants to grow in certain ways and the animals to feed more or less in certain areas. But disasters like the one she had tried to correct in Falyndar, or this Lhavitian disaster that looked so like her past. If I can learn to restore areas like this…I will learn so much about the foundation of growth and succession in a forest, about what these organisms need. She decided.
But how to go about it…Plants need water and sun to grow, but if I grow it like a real garden I’ll be limited to natural growing cycles and I’ll have to spend much of my time weeding and trying to keep the forest from intruding upon the garden rather than learning about the plants. If I grow it underground…that solves that problem but I’d need to create a watering tunnel and some sort of light source that the plants can use to row…I would have to replicate Syna. Her heart began to race at the thought, the same way her heart had raced when Ben had shown her the creation of Magma. It had been a replication of Semele, in her observation, it was beautiful. Through Reimancy we can become gods… was the conclusion.
While this foremost appealed to her ego, stroking her great hubris, she rationalized it through a different vein of logic, The closer I am to creating what Semele and Caiyha have created, the closer I am to perfection, to doing my best by my patrons. Ayszel sat down, as close to the site as the Shinya would allow her, although they eyed her warily as she had remained for many bells at this point.
72nd of Autumn
Ayszel gazed at the stretch of destruction before her, the landslide had obliterated the layers of soil carefully laid down over the millennia and the flora and fauna carpeting it. Bells had passed, bells of staring out over the wreckage. Like a giant hammer pounding into the base of her skull. The panic of the creatures, worms and insects slipping deeper into the soil were trying to get away and moving toward the unknown. …Like me… She murmured to herself.
A vision had arisen in the nexus of her mind, something that made her soul boil in anticipation and her gnosis mark tremble wantonly. It began as a bare cave, a cave through which she would tunnel a constant stream of water and loaded with thick layers of soil inside. She would heat water with the fire place, to run hot hair through the room and in it she could begin. Begin an underground plant farm with all the diversity of Lhavit. Here she could farm all the plants necessary to fix the scars of the earth, to replant and reshape the land when things moved out of balance.
It was something she had been debating since she had gotten her gnosis. She was learning how to interpret the land, how to know it was out of balance, but she wasn’t sure how to correct it, how to fix things when there were imbalances. She could encourage the plants to grow in certain ways and the animals to feed more or less in certain areas. But disasters like the one she had tried to correct in Falyndar, or this Lhavitian disaster that looked so like her past. If I can learn to restore areas like this…I will learn so much about the foundation of growth and succession in a forest, about what these organisms need. She decided.
But how to go about it…Plants need water and sun to grow, but if I grow it like a real garden I’ll be limited to natural growing cycles and I’ll have to spend much of my time weeding and trying to keep the forest from intruding upon the garden rather than learning about the plants. If I grow it underground…that solves that problem but I’d need to create a watering tunnel and some sort of light source that the plants can use to row…I would have to replicate Syna. Her heart began to race at the thought, the same way her heart had raced when Ben had shown her the creation of Magma. It had been a replication of Semele, in her observation, it was beautiful. Through Reimancy we can become gods… was the conclusion.
While this foremost appealed to her ego, stroking her great hubris, she rationalized it through a different vein of logic, The closer I am to creating what Semele and Caiyha have created, the closer I am to perfection, to doing my best by my patrons. Ayszel sat down, as close to the site as the Shinya would allow her, although they eyed her warily as she had remained for many bells at this point.
