Jade Fern Grove a graveyard of stars

fast-forwarded a few days. for @Kaertok

for his garden not yet made, kvasir knows little limits. he is interested on expanding what he already knows; interested in seeing if he can breed what he gathers, if it will produce some hybrid more potent than either initial parent. spring was the time, he knows. his aspirations he must reign in. they are too grand. too grand for someone that has no place for such ambitious things. it is the hunt that brings him to the emerald forest; shifting through the leafy fronds for the search of some sort of hidden flower or sprig growing beneath the protection of their larger, malevolent counterparts.

he noses 'round, setting his newly acquired rabbit pelt — taken from an abandoned den on his way — on the debris littered earth to better study the lily of the valley who's white, bell shaped blossoms catch his eye. confident that he has, indeed, found lily of the valley he then begins to root around the floor, searching for some sort of stone to break a few flower blossoms off with.