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While Arc’s eyes were closed, his attention fully on his plant, Ishani had casually Surged a swing made out of vines. Granted, she had been going for something much more ambitious—she’d envisioned a hammock, but only managed the little one-person swing. She was just beginning to test its ability to hold her weight when he spoke.
“Yay, you did it!” She clapped her hands. “At this rate we’re gonna turn this place into a regular paradise. The Zannah Gardens ain’t got nothing on ours!”
As she said it, she pulled the swing back and let go. The vines didn’t snap, and though she only went for two swings, not wanting to tempt fate, it seemed functioning. “This is what I get for learning how to braid rope in girl scouts,” she muttered. “Actually, wait—you’re heavier than me, do you want to try this?”
Obviously this was the real ultimate use of Plant Surge: making yourself a place to sit or sleep in a pinch.
“Yay, you did it!” She clapped her hands. “At this rate we’re gonna turn this place into a regular paradise. The Zannah Gardens ain’t got nothing on ours!”
As she said it, she pulled the swing back and let go. The vines didn’t snap, and though she only went for two swings, not wanting to tempt fate, it seemed functioning. “This is what I get for learning how to braid rope in girl scouts,” she muttered. “Actually, wait—you’re heavier than me, do you want to try this?”
Obviously this was the real ultimate use of Plant Surge: making yourself a place to sit or sleep in a pinch.