The trenches completed as best as an iguana lacking agricultural experience could manage, the obvious next step was moving on to the actual process of planting. While the others busied themselves with their tasks, Fahl kept to his own spot, setting seeds into the exposed earth. Any living thing desired space to exist and grow; therefore, he spaced them apart, mindful of their future root systems. Then, once finished with this, he brushed soil back over each row created by his claws and patted it down. If not for the telltale indentations left by his toes, the land might as well have never been disturbed by the digging of moments before.

He stared down at his work, far from complete. The seeds would need water. And hadn't Artio also mentioned something about providing warmth as well? The second, he supposed would certainly be something well within his capability if his magic could penetrate the soil. Or maybe both could be done at once: warmed water could be offered to the plants-to-be. The issue would be carrying it here since he was incapable of conjuring such sustenance in a reasonable amount. A vessel, however crude, was needed.

Stripped bark came to mind immediately, carefully carried within jaws, but it failed to be a great solution. Harm to trees while restoring the rest of Eridanus, after all, seemed quite against the spirit of the task. Fahl hummed, and his eyes drifted toward his front foot.

Or perhaps he could make his own bark and strip that instead. The pain would perhaps be less if he waited a little while for the covering to loosen on its own as the magic behind it weakened. A potentially stupid idea, but he'd rather try that than risk incurring a Master's displeasure over inflicting additional damage to the surroundings. He focused upon the curved underside of his foot and guided a strand of magic to the region.

The gravest of mistakes. Later intent bled into the actual spellcasting to the point that the little strand entirely misinterpreted its purpose. Where bark should've manifested, scales peeled away in a single thick sheet, exposing raw flesh. Fahl's sharp teeth bit away the agonized scream building on his tongue. His mind was a blur of unvoiced curses, and jagged white stripes formed upon his back in response to the sudden horrifying loss.