“Hmm,” Stephen says, thoughtful. Through a gap in the foliage, they can now see the worried face of the middle-aged human professor popping up to stare owlishly at them.
“What was in that rune, Bonheur?”
“Only a common spirit rune,” the professor says. (Other details are buried in the more detailed prospectus: soil samples taken from an area with nearby lyrium veins.) “Originally, we were looking into cleansing runes in the hopes of speeding up blight recovery on the southeastern border, but we found some of our control samples were growing faster than expected, which led to this particular experiment—”
Stephen starts to tune him out, rummaging instead to search out that cane. He pulls at a piece of wood jutting out of the greenery, which turns out to be a chairleg instead, the chair itself hanging suspended and trapped in the bush. He keeps looking, eventually spots the relevant implement, and— okay, he’s in tug-of-war with a plant now.
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“What was in that rune, Bonheur?”
“Only a common spirit rune,” the professor says. (Other details are buried in the more detailed prospectus: soil samples taken from an area with nearby lyrium veins.) “Originally, we were looking into cleansing runes in the hopes of speeding up blight recovery on the southeastern border, but we found some of our control samples were growing faster than expected, which led to this particular experiment—”
Stephen starts to tune him out, rummaging instead to search out that cane. He pulls at a piece of wood jutting out of the greenery, which turns out to be a chairleg instead, the chair itself hanging suspended and trapped in the bush. He keeps looking, eventually spots the relevant implement, and— okay, he’s in tug-of-war with a plant now.