Chell was, as ever, easy to find, should anyone try. Or even if they weren't trying. He'd be working on dismantling a thornbush or two for wood, in the area he'd been concentrating his efforts previously... or out fishing. The rain hadn't seemed to do much to him; perhaps the fresh water was simply what he'd needed, being a tree-based creature. A few tiny leaves were starting to form in his twig-crown, not just tiny hints of green buds among the small black orbs that were the growing berries... but his cloak was looking bushier too, thicker and a little brighter.
If there had been any other effects from it, he wasn't mentioning such.
Gifts, though....
He found his when he went to check on the stew pot. If someone were to peek into that room, they'd find him sitting a little distance from the makeshift hearth, legs crossed in front of him, an embroidered quilt somewhat open over his lap as he inspected it. He was silent, not looking up from it just yet, intent on the needlework portraits of... well, they were people, certainly, but one would surely need to ask, to find out more.
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Date: 2025-05-05 03:55 am (UTC)From:If there had been any other effects from it, he wasn't mentioning such.
Gifts, though....
He found his when he went to check on the stew pot. If someone were to peek into that room, they'd find him sitting a little distance from the makeshift hearth, legs crossed in front of him, an embroidered quilt somewhat open over his lap as he inspected it. He was silent, not looking up from it just yet, intent on the needlework portraits of... well, they were people, certainly, but one would surely need to ask, to find out more.