The Druid of Runeterra

Chapter 1

Ah, Runeterra. The home of millions of different species of fauna and flora. Each race different from the other in even the smallest ways. As more die they are replaced by growth of the same or other species. In Piltover, the city of innovation, there is one such individual. Different from everyone around her even though she is the same species. Genetic Diversity as scientists call it, this one is different in the way of her relation to the wilderness.

Elianna walked down the sidewalk, hands in the pockets of her hoodie. She was wearing a black hoodie with stars dotted all over it, any source of light making them glimmer and shine. A pair of black cargo pants were on her legs, with black boots that went up to her mid calf. She fiddled with a seed that was in her pocket, it being a brown tear shaped pod, holding one or two of the next generation of the plant in it. What she had was a sakura blossom seed, one she had managed to smuggle from Ionia. While Piltover was completely covered in machines, there was some plantlife in homes, and in more public spaces like parks and the likes. While Elianna was very close to plants and animals, she also had an affinity for graphic design and photography. She was a student in Piltover academy after all, researching all manners of plants, animals, and also experimenting with photo's and designs online.

     It was currently the beginning of spring, the season of new beginnings. The perfect time to plant the seed to let it blossom. She would have to keep it in a pot in her small apartment until it had become a sapling. As she approached the apartment in question, moss was visible all over the complex it was a part of. The moss was already there when she arrived here for the first time, she just 'helped' it prosper by using a little bit of her magic and making sure it got sufficient water.

     She walked up to the door, slipping out a skeleton key before sliding it into the lock, turning the key, she opened the door and walked in, breathing in as she glanced around. The apartment was completely covered in plantlife of different kinds. Bonsai trees, roses, elephant ears, a large variety was to be found in pots and planters. The ceiling of the apartment was painted black, save for white stars that were also painted every now and then on the ceiling, giving it the view of a night sky.

     She took a deep breath, holding it in for a moment before letting it out. The smells of the apartment were complex but blended extremely well, being pleasing to the nose. She quickly close the door and locked it behind her before grabbing a spare pot with painted roots all over it, grabbing a small bag of personalized gardening soil and tipping some in to where it was about to the top of the pot, before very carefully using her hands to part the soil and slipping the seed into the hole. She muttered a blessing under her breath, her hands tingling with magic as some of it leaked into the soil, causing the seedling to open early and start to spread its roots into the soil. The soil was a mixture of fertilizers like banana peels and crushed eggshells as well as soils that have a good acidity and drain quick. None of her plants shared the exact same soil because every plant needs at least something different. 

She very gently smoothed the soil over the top of the seed, not compressing the soil so that the seed could spread its roots easily and get a good network. She picked up the pot and moved it under a grow light for when it breached the soil, before turning on the light onto its schedule. The lights would stay on for the day and then turn off at night, simulating a day-night cycle for them. 

Elianna then moved over to the next room, her bedroom, which was decently spacious due to her only having a single sized bed which was in the far corner of the room. On the other side of the room from the bed was a desk with a tablet on it, that had a stylus and a glove waiting by it. She plopped herself down on the chair, getting comfy as she threw her shoes off, exposing rainbow socks. The tablet booted on, as she slid the glove onto her right hand and picked up the stylus, before she lost herself into her work.