Oct 05 2018, 02:23 AM
A dog-sized, wing-armed black Gembound was slowly picking his way through one of the thicker parts of the jungle. Pale blue eyes flicked here and there, intently focused, and he touched and then disregarded a number of plants as he went. This fern wasn't right; these grasses weren't quite the right thing, either.
It wasn't clear what he was doing--or seeking--but after a few moments he seemed to find whatever it was he wanted. He came to a stop before a particularly fluffy fern plant, and very carefully he dug it out, uprooting it completely. He murmured to it quietly as he picked it up--and on he went, pushing his way through the narrow gaps in the brush.
There'd been a fire, here--the cave was again burnt in places, with entire patches of trees and foliage reduced to charred black earth. Oliver was skirting around these areas, sometimes stepping into their open clearings to sniff over this half-burnt plant or that, though he left many of them alone. Carrying his fern, he finally stopped near another bit of greenery: a young tree sapling, barely more than a sprout, less than a foot tall. But it was one of those that would grow into a vast fruit tree--mango, he thought. He set the fern down and dug this up, too.
And on he went, adding to his strange collection: a bushel of grass, complete with roots; tubers he'd dug from the ground; a long and creeping vine he wound over his shoulders to make it easier to carry. The farther into Eridanus he pushed, the more foliage he wound up carrying.
He did not appear to be eating it, so the natural question might have been--"why?" Whatever the reason, he seemed to be handling it all very carefully--and still murmuring to it, now and again.
@Rift