The night was cold but the air held a touch of warmth. The type of warmth that when a living creature breathed, would turn the creatures breath to mystic smoke. The stars were bright pin pricks of white in the ebony blanket of night lending their brilliance to a nearly full moon. The Southern Glen was bathed in the silver light. The forest trails were drizzled in silver light and ebony daubed shadows.
Ammy moved along the trail. Emerald eyes catching the silver moonlight and holding the light as if it was a tasty treat. Her nose sampled the cool night air, taking in the myriad scents of the Glen. Evergreen was heavy in the air, mixing with cool, damp scent of pine needle loam. Her paws dug into the soft ground of the trail with relish. Being away from the city and the Den was a treat. To just lose ones self in nature was always a gift.
As she walked the trails her eyes caught the glint of jade among among the ebony shadows. Like a hand crafted pendant on display, the Jade Rose stood among the thick bed of pine needles. It sparkled and looked like a piece jewelry that a master craftsmen would have crafted. Ammy couldn't believe how something so rare could grow along such a well used path.
Kneeling in the soft loam of the trail, she examined the Jade Rose. No blemish or sign of disease, the rose appeared to be in excellent condition. She'd only red about this flower in the dusty tomes from Central. Actually finding one was thought impossible and yet here was a Jade Rose gleaming in the silver moonlight.
Taking her leather pack off of her back, she withdrew a plastic container and punched a few holes in the bottom of it. She couldn't leave something this rare to be trampled on or worse, picked just to be some centerpieces main attraction. The medicinal qualities of the plant alone were priceless. Setting the container on the ground, Ammy clapped her paws together. The glowed a soft white light allowing her to see more of the ground the Jade Rose was in.
Instead of pulling out her favored trowel, Ammy sunk her clawed fingers into the soft soil leaving eight inches of sod around the rose. She felt for the roots, being sure to leave as much of the root system intact. Reaching the bottom of the root ball, she slowly extracted the plant from the soil and placed it, dirt and all into the container.
She rummaged in her pack for some water to pour on the plant to ease the shock of it being transplanted. The search proved futile. She had none. Ammy did remember though that the lake was close by. Hefting the back pack and the plant, she hurried up the trail to the lake.
Reaching the gravel beach of the lake, she sat the pack down, and took the plant to the water's edge. She cupped her paws and dipped them into the lake. The glowing paws looked surreal as she scooped up water to soak the dirt around the plants roots. Once the plant was well saturated and drained, she picked up her pack and the Jade Rose. She headed for her green house next to the Philosopher's Flask. If she could get the Jade Rose to reproduce, it would open up a world of possibilities.
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Ammy moved along the trail. Emerald eyes catching the silver moonlight and holding the light as if it was a tasty treat. Her nose sampled the cool night air, taking in the myriad scents of the Glen. Evergreen was heavy in the air, mixing with cool, damp scent of pine needle loam. Her paws dug into the soft ground of the trail with relish. Being away from the city and the Den was a treat. To just lose ones self in nature was always a gift.
As she walked the trails her eyes caught the glint of jade among among the ebony shadows. Like a hand crafted pendant on display, the Jade Rose stood among the thick bed of pine needles. It sparkled and looked like a piece jewelry that a master craftsmen would have crafted. Ammy couldn't believe how something so rare could grow along such a well used path.
Kneeling in the soft loam of the trail, she examined the Jade Rose. No blemish or sign of disease, the rose appeared to be in excellent condition. She'd only red about this flower in the dusty tomes from Central. Actually finding one was thought impossible and yet here was a Jade Rose gleaming in the silver moonlight.
Taking her leather pack off of her back, she withdrew a plastic container and punched a few holes in the bottom of it. She couldn't leave something this rare to be trampled on or worse, picked just to be some centerpieces main attraction. The medicinal qualities of the plant alone were priceless. Setting the container on the ground, Ammy clapped her paws together. The glowed a soft white light allowing her to see more of the ground the Jade Rose was in.
Instead of pulling out her favored trowel, Ammy sunk her clawed fingers into the soft soil leaving eight inches of sod around the rose. She felt for the roots, being sure to leave as much of the root system intact. Reaching the bottom of the root ball, she slowly extracted the plant from the soil and placed it, dirt and all into the container.
She rummaged in her pack for some water to pour on the plant to ease the shock of it being transplanted. The search proved futile. She had none. Ammy did remember though that the lake was close by. Hefting the back pack and the plant, she hurried up the trail to the lake.
Reaching the gravel beach of the lake, she sat the pack down, and took the plant to the water's edge. She cupped her paws and dipped them into the lake. The glowing paws looked surreal as she scooped up water to soak the dirt around the plants roots. Once the plant was well saturated and drained, she picked up her pack and the Jade Rose. She headed for her green house next to the Philosopher's Flask. If she could get the Jade Rose to reproduce, it would open up a world of possibilities.
http://lupinossstudios.com/gallery/albums/userpics/Jade%20Rose.jpg