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xp_logsClea calls on Amanda and Topaz with concerns about the plant Rictor brought home.
"Thank the stars you two have arrived." Clea had a bit of dirt on her cheek as she made her way over to Amanda and Topaz, "I don't know if I am going bloody crazy or if this plant has some faint magic to it. I just need someone else to confirm it." It was obvious that Clea was stressed. "It is this way. I felt something the day Rictor brought it in but brushed it off." She made her way to the wettest part of the greenhouse where the plant was currently stored.
"Hey, we came as soon as you pinged. The last thing we need around here is magical plants trying to eat people or something." Amanda pulled her hands out of the pockets of her leather jacket, glad to get into the damp warmth of the greenhouse from the biting wind outside. "Or, hey, we might get lucky and it's magical weed?"
"Where did Rictor get it come from?" Topaz asked, tilting her head at the plant. She was getting an odd vibe from the plant that wasn't necessarily magic, but she couldn't place it.
"I actually am growing some witch's weeds in the magic greenhouse. Good for potions and spell ingredients." Clea said to Amanda before answering Topaz's questions." Harriet. His friend. He said she didn't say where she got it, but he suspected she actually took it straight from the swamp. It looks just like an American Swamp Lily." She showed the two a book that was opened to the page with an American Swamp Lily on it. "It wasn't looking too good when it got here and Rictor and I have been taking turns caring for it. It is looking better now, but every so often I get magic pings and I've cleared this greenhouse of anything magical."
"Hmm." Amanda wasn't the best with plants - she tended to grow herbs in various containers and jars, but with the tendency to have to drop everything to go on a mission, they tended to have a short lifespan. Anything complicated or rare tended to be beyond her, at least before it wound up as a spell component or a tea. She leaned over the suspect plant and ran a finger along one of the leaves, trying to feel the magic Clea had mentioned. After a moment, she stepped back, shaking her head. "Topaz, can you see what you can get from it? You're more sensitive to these sorts of things than I am."
"I'm definitely getting something," Topaz said as she stepped closer, fingers brushing against the leaves as well. "Magic, but also... fear? Plants aren't usually complex enough for emotions."
"Fear?" She was right about the magic but Clea was unsettled with the thought of a plant having that kind of emotion. "You are right. I mean you can tell what they are feeling by looking at their leaves and how they blossom, but fear? That is a new realm of magic plant that I never heard of."
Amanda sighed. "Which means, once again, we're in unknown territory. Safety first - we should probably quarantine this thing and set up some wards; the last thing we need is Day of the Triffids in the greenhouse."
"Speak for yourself, I've got walking plants on my 2025 bingo card," Topaz said as she started setting up the wards, still keeping an eye on the plant as she worked. "And talking plants, for that matter. I have a bad feeling about plant life this year."
"Thank the stars you two have arrived." Clea had a bit of dirt on her cheek as she made her way over to Amanda and Topaz, "I don't know if I am going bloody crazy or if this plant has some faint magic to it. I just need someone else to confirm it." It was obvious that Clea was stressed. "It is this way. I felt something the day Rictor brought it in but brushed it off." She made her way to the wettest part of the greenhouse where the plant was currently stored.
"Hey, we came as soon as you pinged. The last thing we need around here is magical plants trying to eat people or something." Amanda pulled her hands out of the pockets of her leather jacket, glad to get into the damp warmth of the greenhouse from the biting wind outside. "Or, hey, we might get lucky and it's magical weed?"
"Where did Rictor get it come from?" Topaz asked, tilting her head at the plant. She was getting an odd vibe from the plant that wasn't necessarily magic, but she couldn't place it.
"I actually am growing some witch's weeds in the magic greenhouse. Good for potions and spell ingredients." Clea said to Amanda before answering Topaz's questions." Harriet. His friend. He said she didn't say where she got it, but he suspected she actually took it straight from the swamp. It looks just like an American Swamp Lily." She showed the two a book that was opened to the page with an American Swamp Lily on it. "It wasn't looking too good when it got here and Rictor and I have been taking turns caring for it. It is looking better now, but every so often I get magic pings and I've cleared this greenhouse of anything magical."
"Hmm." Amanda wasn't the best with plants - she tended to grow herbs in various containers and jars, but with the tendency to have to drop everything to go on a mission, they tended to have a short lifespan. Anything complicated or rare tended to be beyond her, at least before it wound up as a spell component or a tea. She leaned over the suspect plant and ran a finger along one of the leaves, trying to feel the magic Clea had mentioned. After a moment, she stepped back, shaking her head. "Topaz, can you see what you can get from it? You're more sensitive to these sorts of things than I am."
"I'm definitely getting something," Topaz said as she stepped closer, fingers brushing against the leaves as well. "Magic, but also... fear? Plants aren't usually complex enough for emotions."
"Fear?" She was right about the magic but Clea was unsettled with the thought of a plant having that kind of emotion. "You are right. I mean you can tell what they are feeling by looking at their leaves and how they blossom, but fear? That is a new realm of magic plant that I never heard of."
Amanda sighed. "Which means, once again, we're in unknown territory. Safety first - we should probably quarantine this thing and set up some wards; the last thing we need is Day of the Triffids in the greenhouse."
"Speak for yourself, I've got walking plants on my 2025 bingo card," Topaz said as she started setting up the wards, still keeping an eye on the plant as she worked. "And talking plants, for that matter. I have a bad feeling about plant life this year."
