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[trollstho]

Red Alert

The garden was sick. Razmus had known its days were numbered as he regarded the poisoned trees wilt in the far corner. The grass had turned a most unbecoming shade of violet - and he frowned to himself, troubled. Lineus, of course, had pointed out the obvious.. Though it was a matter of finding the necessary remedy. He had persuaded Tuvree to abandon hopes of a cure - particularly when the boy didn't know the ailment. But Razmus knew.  It was time to find a replacement. He sighed to himself, glancing toward his dark respiteblock. The little alchemist was still asleep from a more adventurous evening, and he worried his thumb against his lips. Let him rest a bit longer, he willed, and turned to his contacts. Someone would have a suggestion. He simply hoped the sacrificed troll would not be missed.

[trollstho]

In Time We Keep

It was raining. There was something in the rain that Razmus enjoyed, his warped gaze straying to the massive walls of the open greenhouse; he watched as it streaked along the domed windows, pouring over the enormous tree bursting through the top of the greenery. He could nearly feel the plants stretch with life, opening their leaves to the humidity. No, they were singing. "Come then," he mused to a wisp as it curled its head against his opened palm, long tail looped weightlessly overhead. It dimmed in and out of being, a flicker of pale light with a property of .. Life. It breathed, it hurt, it came and went with mourning. One of several he conjured, pushing to his feet to cross toward his hive. He expected the evening's class to be cancelled. So few liked the rain.