[Syrlya does regard his now blooming stick with some curiosity. Lucky, huh?
But then he's leaning over the edge to try and get a better look at what's down below. Maybe he can ask Trahearne to send one of his flesh golems to try and dig them up, the colors are so lovely...
His grip slips when he tries to push up, that thought in mind, and instead and up toppling forward into the pond. Oops!]
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But then he's leaning over the edge to try and get a better look at what's down below. Maybe he can ask Trahearne to send one of his flesh golems to try and dig them up, the colors are so lovely...
His grip slips when he tries to push up, that thought in mind, and instead and up toppling forward into the pond. Oops!]