Gradually, he began to notice, his wanderings were becoming more erratic. Uncertain. Almost aimless. Yet, he felt he was trailing the distant echo of something. Travesing fate's pre-determined path with weary old paws. Meandering through the cavernous corridors of an age long-past. Perhaps he was meant to relive the memories and the life he had lived. Just as he was now, striding uneasily to what was once their garden; all withered and rotten. The shimmering stones that once marked its location were now dormant and dead. Sleeping restlessly.

Glassy-eyed, Mercurius unearthed the dead flora, churning the soil so that they were under the surface and nourish the new life to come. Then, it was time to call forth renaissance. A paw hovered over the disturbed earth as he cast out a line of magicka. A pathetic clover shoot pressed against his rough paw pads, determinedly pushing aside earth so that it may rise. Doe-eyed, the pale white lion lay down alongside the plant, breath barely brushing the plant's four leaves. Lucky.

@Vianne

Vianne walked through Eridanus, looking around. It didn't take long for her to notice someone else. A lion with white fur much like her own. She watched as he hovered a paw over the earth and a small plant sprout. She couldn't tell what it was from this distance, but the sight brought a smile to her face. A fellow plant mage!

She walked closer until she was a safe distance away. She was fairly excited, but kept her cool expression. She didn't need to show a lot of excitement. "Hello," she murmured. "It appears you have plant magic." She left it at that for now, sitting down and observing the lion.

@Mercurius

A paw had just reached out to cup the fragile clover sprout when a voice shattered his reverie. Thoughts jumbled and fragmented, he glanced up to find a pale cervid a distance away. Moonlit eyes widened as pinprick pupils searched for the citrine he was so eerily familiar with. All there was to find was the band about the deer's lower limb. Unfamiliar. Good.

Breath still hasty, he turned away from the stranger and focused on the shoot before him. "Yes—trefoils," he murmured quickly. Somehow feeling obligated to prove his magickal prowess, Mercurius sent out a burst of magicka to the dimunitive plant, willing it to grow and prosper. As it did, he smiled slightly. The little plant swelled, spreading out across the tilled earth. Pale white flowers sprouted, dancing with each breath.

@Vianne

Vianne watched as the lion looked up quickly, pupils thin as he observed her. She continued to observe him, even as he seemed to calm down. She turned her attention back to the plant as it blossomed, now producing flowers. She smiled. "They're rather pretty, aren't they?" She walked closer now and sat a short distance away. She turned to the earth beside them, churned up. She placed a hoof over it, preparing to try her own magic as well.

Immediately, multiple small plants began to sprout, growing up even higher than they normally did. She observed them for a moment before turning to the lion, smiling. "I didn't think that would work so well."

@Mercurius

He brushed the tallest bloom with a paw rather proudly and chuckled lightly. "I like them because they," Mercurius paused, glancing down at his tucked paw, "remind me of someone I used to call 'mother'." The pale deer stepped forth, rather uninvited, and called forth her own magicka. What was once a lone clover plant may as well have become a veritable forest. At the voice of surprise, a smile that reached his eyes found its way onto his face. "Magicka's fickle. Mine's the same way." Displacing his magicka across the little patch of clover, he aspired to will the stranger's new additions to bloom. Good fortune being on his side, the patch was nearly overtaken with many tiny white trefoils.

@Vianne