"Hey, Salt," Anzu said. "Can I get your help for a little while today?"
"You're in luck," Salt chuckled. "I was looking for something to do. What do you need?"
"I found a big moss patch," Anzu explained. "I want to collect a bunch, and something like your claws would be a big help."
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"So, what do you need the moss for, anyway? I hear it's good as bandages."
"Certain kinds are. No, this is for our paths."
The two landed, and Anzu pointed out the edges of the moss carpet. He paced across it, estimating the widths needed, and Salt followed, using his thumb claws to carve easily through the moss. "The paths?" Salt asked.
"Yep. We haven't had a super serious rain storm like the one you blew in on, thankfully, but when that one was happening, everything was completely unusable. Neveah wants to get a gutter system onto the paths eventually, but we don't really have anyone with the right set of skills for that. So in the meantime the moss will at least be something to dig our claws into, you know?"
"I see! Will it grow firmly enough into the rootwood?"
"I'm hoping it will."
They worked in silence for a bit, cutting rectangles of moss and piling them up.
"Excuse me if this sounds a little ignorant," Salt said, "but I'm a little surprised you're... allowed to do this."
Anzu frowned. "Huh? What do you mean?"
Salt gestured at the bare earth under where they had been working. "Cutting up the plant life like this, taking it elsewhere, walking all over the bits of it. That doesn't go against any Nature tenets?"
"Oh." Anzu laughed. "Of course not! That would be like... like the Arcanist being so protective of his domain that he bans you from studying the stars."
"That would be ridiculous. Researching the world and what's outside of it is what Arcanist made his children to do."
"And Gladekeeper made us to be part of her ecosystem," Anzu replied. "Everything in a healthy system is useful to something else in the system. We are here to care for her garden. If we refused to use what the Gladekeeper provides, that would be disrespectful!"
"That makes sense," Salt mused. "As long as you don't go too far, of course."
"Of course," Anzu agreed. "I was sometimes warned about Lightning dragons as a youth. Gross generalization, obviously, but I imagine some of them feel the same way about us - always taking only what we need, and not producing for the pure sake of production. Speaking of taking what we need, I think that's enough moss for now. If Gladekeeper wills it, it will spread, and meanwhile this patch will spread back into place as well."
"So, the Gladekeeper controls all her plants?"
"Perhaps. But Gladekeeper must exert at least some force on life in the space we live. After all, every home and path is carved into the most direct conduit of Nature magic we have - the very roots of the Behemoth herself."
For the art, continuing the emblematic art with Neveah!