MAGICKA LEVEL 100%
RESTORED TO 100%
@Arkrael (or whatever character you plan on using i guess lol)
The fawn bounced around Eridanus cheerfully; bleating and cooing at whatever she could see - mostly the plant life. It didn't matter to her what
kind of plants they were; only that they were actually plants to begin with. With every fern or daisy she came by she touched her nose against the leaves or pettles - sometimes even the stem, and would briefly look around for seeds or bulbs.
In the event of finding a seed, as she often did, the fawn would bleat happily and tap her hooves against the mossy ground before picking them up in her mouth and twisting her head back to place the bulbs on her shoulders so they'd begin to grow on her back.
She didn't mind the itching or the brief soreness she'd feel as the roots would begin to spread out- she'd love the plants that would grow on her shoulders and down her sides. She already had a daisy sprouting between her shoulders and small ferns sprouting near her rump.
One plant she had yet to find a seed for, however, was the towering trees that were around Eridanus. They were big - bigger than the little pansies she adored to look at and watch for most of the day and most certainly bigger than she was. She wondered, briefly, if the orange-green fruits that were clinging around the branches were actually the "seeds."
She'd have to climb it.
She had to climb the tree.
She needed the seeds.
She had to climb the tree.
The fawn began to try and climb up the trunk of the tree to - quite obviously - no avail. She bleated and she cried and she bleated some more in hopes the tree would somehow help her climb it, but the tree simply remained where it was, as trees often do. She rubbed the little stumps of what would grow into antlers against the bark, bleating some more.
And then she simply gave up, sitting awkwardly on her rump in silence.