Calmly Zenith lumbered into his room in the tower, carrying what appeared to be a large terracotta pot, filled with soil.
After the Hunter set it down- and cranked at his back a few times- he reached into his back pocket and plucked out the seed he had seen so many running about with; it flickered unnaturally in his hand as he set it gently atop the soil, just as Twilight transmatted over his shoulder.
Without a word his Ghost let a few seconds of Light radiate down over the seed, which seemed to ‘grow’ silver tendrils that latched lightly into the ground beneath it, all while the ‘blind’ Exo tapped lightly under his chin.
“Didn’t realize we needed to gain green thumbs as Guardians.”
“This is not like normal planting, Zenith.”
A chuckle rumbled from him, before he reached under his cloak for a few Motes, which he lightly buried into the dirt around the seed.
“Perhaps not; but, it’ll be interesting to see where this goes. Until then, we’ve more collecting to do!”
