Rosethorn draws up short when she walks into the garden on the 19th. She hears the humming before she even gets the chance to go close enough to investigate all of the hives. Bees. She wanted some, had talked with Crona about how her recipes would need to be altered if she had no source for beeswax.
She's delighted, absolutely beaming. It takes some time before she even stops to muse aloud, "I'll need beekeeper's clothes. And some way to keep these away from all the toxic plants." Somehow, she doesn't sound the least off-put by the prospect of figuring that out. She has bees!
And new plants as well. The mushrooms make sounds in a way no plant or fungus she's ever encountered has, and she's fairly certain the unfamiliar flowering shrub is one of those toxic plants she ought to keep her new bees away from if the ship wants usable honey. There's also another fungus, very uniquely shaped. She studies them intently, completely engrossed in what she's doing.
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[Communication / Trade]
Eventually, though, she does have to leave the gardens. As soon as she does, the reality of what's going on on Ceta comes crashing in. Rosethorn is absolutely outraged. Her vows say she can't turn away anyone who asks for help, and she can't say she wants to.
She arms herself with vine seeds, mildly concerned that she won't be able to get them to grow in the planet's atmosphere. On second thought, she adds strong sleeping powders and, reluctantly, a poison or two to her arsenal. Other Moirans can catch her on the ship preparing, or down on the planet trying to get close to the whales. If she comes across any hunters, they're in for an unconventional fight.
Rosethorn will also be willing to trade what she can. Among other things, she can rapid-grow plants to harvest seed crops. She might not have much of monetary value, but food is something she's very good at producing. She'll lay aside all of her usual scruples about what's best for the plants, just for a little while, for a cause this important.
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[Feeding Frenzy]
Rosethorn has very little of interest to the scraplets. Her belt knives, which she'll give up willingly enough... and Calendula, which she absolutely will not. The spherical robot has a name, a personality, even if it isn't quite a person. It carries an oxygen reserve for when her lungs give out. It's been helping her a lot all month, and she'd be to blame if she didn't return the favor.
"Oh no, you don't! Calendula is not food," she scolds, pouring magic into growing vines and trying to cocoon the little thing. Who knows if they'll hold, or if the scraplet will be alone for long?
Rosethorn | Open!
Rosethorn draws up short when she walks into the garden on the 19th. She hears the humming before she even gets the chance to go close enough to investigate all of the hives. Bees. She wanted some, had talked with Crona about how her recipes would need to be altered if she had no source for beeswax.
She's delighted, absolutely beaming. It takes some time before she even stops to muse aloud, "I'll need beekeeper's clothes. And some way to keep these away from all the toxic plants." Somehow, she doesn't sound the least off-put by the prospect of figuring that out. She has bees!
And new plants as well. The mushrooms make sounds in a way no plant or fungus she's ever encountered has, and she's fairly certain the unfamiliar flowering shrub is one of those toxic plants she ought to keep her new bees away from if the ship wants usable honey. There's also another fungus, very uniquely shaped. She studies them intently, completely engrossed in what she's doing.
--
[Communication / Trade]
Eventually, though, she does have to leave the gardens. As soon as she does, the reality of what's going on on Ceta comes crashing in. Rosethorn is absolutely outraged. Her vows say she can't turn away anyone who asks for help, and she can't say she wants to.
She arms herself with vine seeds, mildly concerned that she won't be able to get them to grow in the planet's atmosphere. On second thought, she adds strong sleeping powders and, reluctantly, a poison or two to her arsenal. Other Moirans can catch her on the ship preparing, or down on the planet trying to get close to the whales. If she comes across any hunters, they're in for an unconventional fight.
Rosethorn will also be willing to trade what she can. Among other things, she can rapid-grow plants to harvest seed crops. She might not have much of monetary value, but food is something she's very good at producing. She'll lay aside all of her usual scruples about what's best for the plants, just for a little while, for a cause this important.
--
[Feeding Frenzy]
Rosethorn has very little of interest to the scraplets. Her belt knives, which she'll give up willingly enough... and Calendula, which she absolutely will not. The spherical robot has a name, a personality, even if it isn't quite a person. It carries an oxygen reserve for when her lungs give out. It's been helping her a lot all month, and she'd be to blame if she didn't return the favor.
"Oh no, you don't! Calendula is not food," she scolds, pouring magic into growing vines and trying to cocoon the little thing. Who knows if they'll hold, or if the scraplet will be alone for long?