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[FR] Cultivating the Abiding Boneyard

"Have you done the spell yet, Pride?" The young female guardian chirped at the obsidian colored wildclaw. She, Pride, merely snorted and focused herself at the scorched ground of the Abiding Graveyard, their new home. It was a disgusting filth pit, as usual per every standard Plague home, but a new idea from the mysterious mirror dragon would soon make it more or less habitable.

Pride let loose a bolt of fragmented arcane energy, which hit the enflamed ground rigidly, a glowing pulse receding outward like a wave. The plagued ground receded just as well, sizzling in on itself and evaporating. The female wildclaw nodded and smiled ruely. A female mirror and nocturne landed just in time.

"Good... job I guess. Gusher! Sakura! Great timing, I think you're needed for this next part. Sakura, since you're an earth dragon, can you build a wall around this plot? It should be able to keep the rest of the plague from coming in if well heated by Ashfall or Nannao."

"I can try my best, I'm only so good you know." Sakura sighed. She wasn't the best at magic, but at least it was something she'd make better. After what seemed to be a sneeze and a few hand gestures, stones rose from the ground surrounding the plot of cleared land. Maiuros hoped her plan should work.

"Gusher! You are nature right? Good, can you grow some of the excess plants in the hoard here? That'd be great if you can! The snappers would be so greatful." Maiuros instructed enthusiastically, her orange armor clinking furiously with her movements. FruitGushers tipped her head for a moment, processing the fast speech of the young guardian.

"Sure, one moment. See if that ragamouse hasn't gotten there first..." FruitGushers left suddenly at great speed over ground straight for the enlarged lair. Sounds of commotion rang out before the older mirror was back in no time clutching some seeds and fresh plants. Without hesitating for orders, the nature dragon set herself down within the cleared and walled plot. Gingerly, she set about stirring the land up and using her natural passives to make the soil more fertile than the Plague domain would ever have. Gushers planted each piece of flora with the greatest care, adding a bit of nature's breath with each to hope they would survive here. Nannao, the young female ridgeback, walked leisurely by and looked at the plot with interest.

"Ho, Maiuros, ho, FruitGushers. What is this you've built and dug?" Nannao cheerily greeted them both with her strange vocabulary. FruitGushers made some sound in reply while sweeping the dirt over the freshly churned earth and holes with her tail. The female guardian quickly filled in the speckled ridgeback.

"Aye, I can do that for now. Ashfall is currently unreachable due to unforeseen circumstances." Nannao's elongated speech made it a bit difficult for FruitGushers to process fast enough before Nannao blew hot flames upon the rocks surrounding the plot, and part of the land as well. Plague soil hissed angrily in response, dying quickly under the tension and stress of her flames.

FruitGushers scuttled quickly with a few yelps of pain out of the plot, having touched the scorching hot earth and stones. Maiuros thanked Nannao, and got dragged into a huge conversation. She couldn't leave the other, and chose to walk with them.

Shortly after, both Pisces and Solaris trundled upon the garden with their shambling bogsneak walk. Their heads bobbed as they talked, and their excess fat moved just as well. Bogsneaks are some kind of humor for themselves.

"A magically protected garden, huh huh. Haven't watered it, no no. Pisces, dear, why not help out the fools?" Solaris rambled in his strange, garbled tongue. Pisces bobbed her head in agreement. She stood upon her back legs and waddled toward the edge of the garden. Although hot, it bothered her none, for she was a water dragon and had a natural resistance to heat and water. Summoning a blot of purified water, she let it drop onto the garden's fertile soil. She nodded at her own work and dropped back down on all fours.

Solaris hissed happily and went to look at the ground. It'd been a while since the last time he'd seen any soil fertile like this. It was rather pleasing to see after having been within the Plague territory for so long.

After having spoken to many of the clan's dragons, the mysterious black and white mirror put quill to paper and wrote down exactly what had transpired that day. Weeks later, the garden stood strong against disease, and the dragons were making marvelous progress in decontaminating the rest of their little area for the well being of their clan. The mirror, Jaxon, simply stood by, only taking parchment from the hoard every now and then to continue his notes.

"Days have passed since the creation of fertile land within the Plague domain. It has stood strong."

"Months have passed since the first garden, now there are four. Each produces bountiful crops for the many snappers in the clan. A larger portion of land is now being tested to support the larger flora, trees that is, for the possibility of a relaxing area within this unforgivable land. How curious, that but a simple idea from myself to that excitable guardian would turn into something so extraordinary."

~Thus sayeth Jaxon Vallimir, royal heir to a throne in the Shadow domain