12-30-2014, 10:12 PM
Aster tended to the ruined huts and damaged trees. He began to place seeds down and watched as they planted into the ground, his hand reaching into his cloak's pocket for his flute. As he began the play, the presence of nature was felt, the ground shaking as leaves began to flow around, glowing a vibrant green as life was beginning to restore. In a matter of sexonds, nature was restored, safe from any form of damage that had occurred. The inn was back to normal with a few additions as well as other places. It may not be safe for the Riptors to remain, but at least they would have something to come back to when the war was truly over.
"There isn't a need to argue differently" he stated as he neared Shiloh. "When the Council makes up its mind about something, it's hard if ever rare to see them deter from it." His reasons for following back was because they were headed in the same direction. Aster served the Council. He would return to report back to those that tasked him to follow before possibly returning to the Isles. "If you wish, you can journey with" he said to the Phoekin. "I'm certain the Council could at least use someone of your caliber."
"There isn't a need to argue differently" he stated as he neared Shiloh. "When the Council makes up its mind about something, it's hard if ever rare to see them deter from it." His reasons for following back was because they were headed in the same direction. Aster served the Council. He would return to report back to those that tasked him to follow before possibly returning to the Isles. "If you wish, you can journey with" he said to the Phoekin. "I'm certain the Council could at least use someone of your caliber."