[Something that grows around here: that's the feeling Qilby gets.]
[He's been paying attention, of course, to the few things that can grow in this inferno hellscape. He's been gathering small samples of any more benign-looking plants and placing them in his pockets, almost hoarding them for future study. When he gets the sense that it wants something to put in that space, he thinks of a few possible things.]
Do you want something to plant here, by chance? [He bends to examine the soil - whether it's rich or thin, whether it's too muddy for something to grow there, what sorts of plants might be good.]
no subject
[He's been paying attention, of course, to the few things that can grow in this inferno hellscape. He's been gathering small samples of any more benign-looking plants and placing them in his pockets, almost hoarding them for future study. When he gets the sense that it wants something to put in that space, he thinks of a few possible things.]
Do you want something to plant here, by chance? [He bends to examine the soil - whether it's rich or thin, whether it's too muddy for something to grow there, what sorts of plants might be good.]