`do dryads — mind the rainstorms?` they're not ALL his doing, of course, but it's important to maybe take feedback, learn from it; hopefully not bother some poor nature spirit by accident next time he conjures a storm. `is there, um, a specific level of rain that i should be wary of bringing in these parts?`
Well, that was quite polite of him. The nymphs were used to being pushed around by demigods-- in all fairness, how many humans consider the depth of the emotions of a tree? It was easy to see a plant and think nothing of it, even if they occasionally saw the green-hued girls melting from its bark.
“It’s summertime,” She squeaked, having to look straight up to make eye contact with the much bigger son of Jupiter. Why was everyone so much taller than her, huh? Even Grover had hit a growth spurt, whereas the nymph hadn’t gained even a few centimeters in the past 15 years.
“It’s summertime, so we do like some rain. Just to moisten the ground, you know! Our roots get awfully dry this time of year, and having a cool drink is wonderful. But not too much. Then, the ground would get all loose and we might slide, and that’d just-- no, no. Awful. It’s terrible when your tree is on a hill and starts sliding down because of loose dirt and mud and rain. But some rain is good for us. Thank you for asking. It’s always-- always quite nice when you demigods ask! Instead of just leaving us thankless while we make your food!”
