towerofanimus | [OPEN] I walk out in the flowers and feel better~

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[OPEN] I walk out in the flowers and feel better~

Characters: Amalia & yours~
Setting: Floor 25 (Meadow)
Time: Any
Format: No preference
Summary: Sadida princess feels it's her responsibility to make things green again! How well she fares, that's still up for debate. Come bother her and make sure she doesn't pass out or anything from over-exerting her powers?
Warnings: Probably none.

This wasn't the first time Amalia had tentatively ventured up the staircase to the Tower's levels that had been ruined in the whale monster's attack, but she'd never ventured off the steps and onto the floors themselves.

Yet today was different and now she was standing in the torn up dirt that had once been a lush meadow. She knelt into the soil and carefully brushed some of the debris away from what might have been a clover patch before. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner," she said quietly to the crumpled plants. "I was scared, but that's not an excuse. I still... have a lot to learn."

She pressed her hands flat into the dirt, closed her eyes and concentrated. Ripples of green light spread out from her in a circles and after a few moments, there began to be stirrings of new roots beneath the soil with a few tender green shoots tentatively raising into view. When she opened her eyes again, there was a radius of about 15 feet that was starting to grow again, like a young spring just recovering from a harsh winter. It was a long way from the lushness it had been, but now it could start growing back on its own.

Amalia looked at the rest of the ruined meadow, then down at the little patch she'd just created. She still had a lot of work to do.

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Wriggle had been drifting around the meadow since morning, not really sure what to do with herself. As a familiar face arrived she thought she might go and say hello but they seemed particularly occupied with something else. As Amalia pressed her hands to the ground, Wriggle hovered behind her, eyes glowing with curiosity and wonder.

"That's amazing..." she mumbled once the small plants had broken through the surface. "Are you going to fix the meadow? Can I help?" She asked, a little louder this time. It was certainly a lot of work and Wriggle loved this floor as much as she did. The very least she could do was lend a hand.

"Ah, Wriggle!" Amalia gave her friend a smile. "Well... I'm going to try. You can help if you want to!"

Her smile brightened as she was given the okay.

"Great! I'll be right back!" Wriggle beamed as she flew towards the staircase. She seemed to be gone for quite a while, it would have been easy to assume that she simply forgot she was going to help but eventually she came back. Behind her flew the swarm of bees that she'd kept with her in the cafeteria. She came to a halt back in front of Amalia.

"Ready! So what do you need help with? Any flowers you need pollinating?" She asked in a slightly louder voice than normal to compensate for the buzzing.

Amalia's eyes widened at the amount of bees following wriggle. She didn't mind these insects in particular (she found them kind of cute) but it was a little disconcerting how easily they swarmed around Wriggle.

"Would you please ask them to start on this new patch?" Amalia asked. "Oh, and would they like a tree or something to rest in?"

Wriggle seemed totally oblivious to her unease. She seemed to mumble something to the swarm around her, but it was too quiet to make out. In a way it seemed like her mouth hardly moved but the swam dispersed and began to work on the area as instructed, skittering around before flying to any other uncovered plants on the floor.

"You can make trees?" She gasped in surprise. Recomposing herself she gave a sheepish smile and nodded "Yeah, they'd really like that."

Amalia nodded. "I can! It's harder than grass and flowers but I'll give it a try right now."

She chose a new area that wasn't upturned with debris and knelt down once more to lay her hands in the dirt. She closed her eyes and concentrated, and a few feet in front of her the soil began to stir as a new root system began to form. Slowly a sprout rose and then thickened, becoming a sapling that grew taller and began to spread out.

Wriggles eyes never left the ground as the shoot slowly grew towards the sky. There was a clear sense of wonder in her eyes as the shoot developed into a sapling and spread out it's branches.

"Wow! That's amazing!" She smiled in awe.

Amalia kept pouring her energy into the tree until it was tall and strong; a mature tree as though it had been growing for 20 years. When she finally broke the connection, she was glad she was already kneeling because she suddenly felt dizzy.

"O-Oh..."

The sense of wonder soon ground to a halt as she heard Amalia's quiet whimper. Amazing or not, Wriggle still didn't want anyone to get hurt, this wasn't the time.

"H-hey, are you okay?" she asked as she knelt down besides her. Had she been injured in the monster attack? It didn't look like she had but maybe it was a wound that was hard to see.

"I'm all right..." Amalia swallowed and made herself give Wriggle a weak smile. "I think I might have overdone it, just a little..."

She'd been so focused on repairing the meadow that she hadn't stopped for rest, food or water.

"Don't push yourself too hard," Wriggle sighed, helping her to her feet again. "You can't fix the rest of this place if you get hurt or sick."

It may have seemed like selfish reasoning but Wriggle was genuinely worried, she was just a little awkward at showing it.

She had the grace to blush, but she still looked determined. "I just want to help people. They all liked this meadow and to see it like this... isn't fixing it worth being tired?"

"But, if you get too tired then you can't fix all of it," Wriggle explained. She didn't really know the limits of everyone else but it seemed like something that would wear someone out. Creating and controlling are two different things after all.

Amalia bows her head. "You're right," she admitted. "I'll rest for a little while, okay? Would you like to sit with me?"

"Uh, sure!" Wriggle replied, as if somewhat surprised. Almost hesitantly she dropped down besides Amalia, it wasn't often that people actually wanted her company.

Amalia gave her a smile. "If you give me a few minutes, I can grow us a citronana! They're my favourite fruit from home..."

"I've never had one..." she responded as she shifted into a more comfortable position. "What are they like? Are they sweet?"

"Mm, they are! But they've got the most delicious tang! I usually eat them in the morning."

"I like sweet things," Wriggle responded, as more of a statement than an encouragement. She wasn't too sure about the tang but Amalia was being so nice to her she didn't want to reject her kind offer.

"I'll try to grow you a really sweet one," Amalia promised with a laugh. Once she felt a little less weary, she put her hands back into the dirt and coaxed a small tree, only a few feet high, to grow for them. Oddly shaped fruit popped out from the branches. The citronana were a cross between an apple and a banana; Amalia plucked two of them and handed one to Wriggle.

"Don't eat the skin, okay? You've got to peel it."

As with all the other plants Amalia had grown, Wriggle watched with a sense of wonder. It was a curious fruit, one that she'd never seen before in her life. As she cupped it in her hands she stared at it for a moment before leaning in to take a bite. Amalia stopped her before she made the mistake and she scratched around the surface for a bit, trying to find a good place to dig her fingers in and tear the skin off.

Eventually, she managed to get most of it off. It wasn't exactly the cleanest peeling but it was good enough. Wriggle looked up to Amalia as if looking for permission.
"Is it okay now?"

"Yeah, that's perfect!" Amalia encouraged, peeling her own and taking a big bite with a smile. "I hope you like it..."

With little hesitation she took a bite. It was slightly surreal, she'd never had anything like it before but the taste was... it was nice, it was really nice but the unfamiliar flavours seemed to leave her a little confused for a reaction.

"It's wierd..." Wriggle responded, but her tone of voice conveyed a sense of wonder rather than any kind of disgust.

Amalia laughed at the reaction. "Yes, it's not like people expect when they first eat them! Others often say that about Sadida food."

"What other kind of food do you have?" Wriggle mumbled with a full mouth. Somehow receiving such kindness made the fruit taste even sweeter. Even if it was on odd taste it was growing on her by the second.

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