[ nothing else comes from the trees, as though shadow has moved on from the topic to something else. whatever the other does is on them, because as he forages for leafy greens to give the chocobos, it takes awhile before shadow comes out from the forest. he closes his eyes, arms crossed as he listens to the warbles of the chocobos that run over to pick up the free food given.
without telling the other to come along, he returns back to that one patch of weeds that he was looking at before. sitting down, he pushes aside some flora to get a better look. whether the other makes it in time to see the process or not... depends on him. it's not like shadow to hurry the process, and the thing is that he's not rushing.
it's just what comes nature to him to search, to find, a process taught to him upon awakening. he may not have came to earth to learn, but there were chances upon the ark, the biology of plants and living creatures.
whatever could be used to keep maria alive and well. ]
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without telling the other to come along, he returns back to that one patch of weeds that he was looking at before. sitting down, he pushes aside some flora to get a better look. whether the other makes it in time to see the process or not... depends on him. it's not like shadow to hurry the process, and the thing is that he's not rushing.
it's just what comes nature to him to search, to find, a process taught to him upon awakening. he may not have came to earth to learn, but there were chances upon the ark, the biology of plants and living creatures.
whatever could be used to keep maria alive and well. ]