201,642,412,544. Why are you making these so freaking hard?
Um, it should be 80631.3636 and so on and so forth forever.
I’m not worried, I’m training my mind skills since I have nothing else to do until they all get back. He’d finished the statue of Jagal to the villagers' joy and done all the repairs to the elder’s house that he could do, leaving nothing else to work on in the village, so why not train his skills while he waited for them to get back? It wasn’t like he was doing it to distract himself from any concern over how late they all were with a full day almost having passed and the sun about to set.
Rather than answer he instead connected to the plant again, feeling an uncountable number of minds taking notice of him as he did. It was an unpleasant experience, but not as shocking as when he first connected to it and he was able to hang on as his brain was bombarded with emotions and he did his best to respond in kind.
“What the hell are you doing?” The dryad asked as she shook him back to awareness, more concern in her voice than he expected.
His head was pounding and he was covered in sweat, but he thought he was mostly alright. Myriad hadn’t delivered any desperate warnings at least, though his god definitely didn’t like what he was doing even remotely.
“Since you left me here I figured I’d chat with the trees for a bit. They’re neat, never encountered any plants with such active minds before.”
“Yeah well, you somehow managed to scare the entire forest. The lot of them were worried that you were dying, saying they could feel your pain.”
“Ah, I was trying to tell them not to worry. Having so many minds interacting with my own was just a bit intense, but I’m good. I’d love to spend a few more days talking to them if I can.”
He could only imagine the sort of growth he might be able to get from his mind skills if he did, not to mention how much faster he could complete his current job, but the elder shot him down fast.
“Absolutely not. I can’t have you stressing the forest that much, if I knew you were going to do that I wouldn’t have brought you this far. Anyway, here,” She handed him three long and sturdy branches that looked like they’d long since fallen from the trees, seeming to be mostly dried out. “I’ll acknowledge you’ve done a lot for the village, even if nobody asked you to meddle, so take those as a reward.”
He looked over the branches he was handed. They were each about as thick as an arm and about as long as he was tall, with a surprising level of sturdiness to them to boot. They’d clearly fallen from their trees long in the past, being light and dry.
“Oh cool, thanks. But what can I use them for?” He asked as he inspected each one.
“You’re a craftsman, right? Use them to make staves. There’s only two or three trees in the world with wood better for channeling mana than anything from our homeworld, though since I’m giving you three, make one for my granddaughter as well since she went to the trouble of dealing with our bat problem. Suppose it’s only right to reward her for it.”
As he watched the old woman try to justify her gift to her granddaughter he couldn’t help but give a laugh as he agreed. Seems like things between them might work out, but even more importantly, he’d managed to get his hands on something good. Even if it had taken a while, the trip hadn't been too bad.
ProbablyATurnip One chapter and a side story left of this arc! Enjoy the week cause when next sunday rolls around we're onto something new!
201,642,412,544. Why are you making these so freaking hard?
Um, it should be 80631.3636 and so on and so forth forever.
I’m not worried, I’m training my mind skills since I have nothing else to do until they all get back. He’d finished the statue of Jagal to the villagers' joy and done all the repairs to the elder’s house that he could do, leaving nothing else to work on in the village, so why not train his skills while he waited for them to get back? It wasn’t like he was doing it to distract himself from any concern over how late they all were with a full day almost having passed and the sun about to set.
Rather than answer he instead connected to the plant again, feeling an uncountable number of minds taking notice of him as he did. It was an unpleasant experience, but not as shocking as when he first connected to it and he was able to hang on as his brain was bombarded with emotions and he did his best to respond in kind.
“What the hell are you doing?” The dryad asked as she shook him back to awareness, more concern in her voice than he expected.
His head was pounding and he was covered in sweat, but he thought he was mostly alright. Myriad hadn’t delivered any desperate warnings at least, though his god definitely didn’t like what he was doing even remotely.
“Since you left me here I figured I’d chat with the trees for a bit. They’re neat, never encountered any plants with such active minds before.”
“Yeah well, you somehow managed to scare the entire forest. The lot of them were worried that you were dying, saying they could feel your pain.”
“Ah, I was trying to tell them not to worry. Having so many minds interacting with my own was just a bit intense, but I’m good. I’d love to spend a few more days talking to them if I can.”
He could only imagine the sort of growth he might be able to get from his mind skills if he did, not to mention how much faster he could complete his current job, but the elder shot him down fast.
“Absolutely not. I can’t have you stressing the forest that much, if I knew you were going to do that I wouldn’t have brought you this far. Anyway, here,” She handed him three long and sturdy branches that looked like they’d long since fallen from the trees, seeming to be mostly dried out. “I’ll acknowledge you’ve done a lot for the village, even if nobody asked you to meddle, so take those as a reward.”
He looked over the branches he was handed. They were each about as thick as an arm and about as long as he was tall, with a surprising level of sturdiness to them to boot. They’d clearly fallen from their trees long in the past, being light and dry.
“Oh cool, thanks. But what can I use them for?” He asked as he inspected each one.
“You’re a craftsman, right? Use them to make staves. There’s only two or three trees in the world with wood better for channeling mana than anything from our homeworld, though since I’m giving you three, make one for my granddaughter as well since she went to the trouble of dealing with our bat problem. Suppose it’s only right to reward her for it.”
As he watched the old woman try to justify her gift to her granddaughter he couldn’t help but give a laugh as he agreed. Seems like things between them might work out, but even more importantly, he’d managed to get his hands on something good. Even if it had taken a while, the trip hadn't been too bad.
ProbablyATurnip One chapter and a side story left of this arc! Enjoy the week cause when next sunday rolls around we're onto something new!
