Things have been kinda... off, since the whole Bliss shit went down. In camp, and on the island in general really, there's a heavy, uncomfortable vibe. Some people shrugged off their fantasies like they were just a wild ride through some weirdass fantasy Freudian nonsense, while others... haven't. It's not as simple as setting a god on fire and going back to island time after all that, turns out.
So Lup ends up wandering deeper into the temple than she usually has any business going, until she finds herself in the Chamber of Glyphs. Ren made her check it out once after she'd found it, but she hasn't been back since. It's really something, though. She admires it for a bit, until the two clay pots in her arms are getting too heavy to haul around. One holds a few small tree saplings, the other a mix of blooming flowers.
"We've uh, been grabbing what we can off Ziziphus, since we're guessing it's not gonna be around forever. Can't let all that garlic and those strawberries go to waste, right?" she chuckles a little, quiet in the cavernous room. "Thing is, I don't actually know what to like, do, with these? I mean I could ask our botanists, we got a few of those now, but-- I thought you might have a place for them." And she quickly sets down the pots, drops her knapsack off her shoulder and shakes two mosslings out of it. The leafy lil critters hustle off into a dark corner.
She's just gonna, hang out here for a bit. And if she eventually starts doodling two grinning elves surrounded by levitating sparkling vegetables and an adoring, hungry camp fam, it's not like anyone's gotta know.
May like, 22nd
So Lup ends up wandering deeper into the temple than she usually has any business going, until she finds herself in the Chamber of Glyphs. Ren made her check it out once after she'd found it, but she hasn't been back since. It's really something, though. She admires it for a bit, until the two clay pots in her arms are getting too heavy to haul around. One holds a few small tree saplings, the other a mix of blooming flowers.
"We've uh, been grabbing what we can off Ziziphus, since we're guessing it's not gonna be around forever. Can't let all that garlic and those strawberries go to waste, right?" she chuckles a little, quiet in the cavernous room. "Thing is, I don't actually know what to like, do, with these? I mean I could ask our botanists, we got a few of those now, but-- I thought you might have a place for them." And she quickly sets down the pots, drops her knapsack off her shoulder and shakes two mosslings out of it. The leafy lil critters hustle off into a dark corner.
She's just gonna, hang out here for a bit. And if she eventually starts doodling two grinning elves surrounded by levitating sparkling vegetables and an adoring, hungry camp fam, it's not like anyone's gotta know.