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Out at the edge of Manta Carlos’ woods, not nearly into the part marked “DANGEROUS AND FORBIDDEN”, Fenn trudged his way through the snow, his bag heavy with roots, his hands full with a “local plant identification guide”, and his wings mucking up the footprints he left behind him.He was here to obtain new plants.
Logically, one could go buy plants at the store. But just as logically, that required money, something that Fenn was keen on Not Spending whenever he could manage.
One had to admit that the forest on Manta Carlos was mighty strange. And probably, a very good source of plants with a little magic to them. Even with all the snow, there were things greening in here, things blooming and thriving under the white fluff dusting down through the canopy. It made them like himself, he supposed. Fenn was cool enough with the cold that he’d actually gone sans puffy coat (or more accurately, absently forgotten about it until he was already all the way into the forest) today. His breath didn’t even fog up in the air.
He’s passed up someone’s cottage earlier, and taken a hard turn away from it. It’d be rude to pluck stuff straight off someone’s property… that, and he felt just the slightest bit silly about being seen without his coat. Just felt vulnerable somehow.
@EmiRose
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It was strange to walk in the snow coated woods, seeing few glimpses of green here and there. Fehr had lived her life in a climate where it rarely snowed, only on the mountains, and the forests were evergreen and rivers always ran. But here the snow came early and made the woods into a shining white wonderland. Even the straightlaced Fehr felt like getting poetic in this scenery.