Within a few hours Ash's garden was filled with chatter and laughter as everyone worked on various sections of the planting. Ash stood in her pond as one of the only people that could doing some planting near its edge. Shiver lilies, useful for some of the highest grades of antivenoms, and Mistwing Featherflowers, were what she was currently planting.
They were two of the ten different types of rare, supposedly uncultivatable, seeds she had been tracking down. A few steps away, Luna planted the other two that they were able to find: Valiant Iris and Flamescale Marigolds. Each of the ten plants was related to one of the ten gods. She wondered idly if Lucrum had a plant that was imbued with his power as well.
After they finished up with that, Ash moved about and helped in each bed a little bit. Luna or Gardenia always ushered her on to other things or distracted her with questions the moment she seemed to be tiring.
They took a break for lunch, settling around the living room on furniture or just on the floor. Fi and Fel seemed to have been put in charge of cooking and everyone had a bowl of food in hand before long.
She'd settled on the floor near the window, Luna leaning against her in an attention demanding sort of way. It kept Ash from contemplating her body in Terra too much considering she sat more or less in the spot it occupied. Instead, she joined in on the conversation and found herself enjoying the company.
After lunch, they went back to work, wrapping up with more than enough time for everyone to split up. Their plans were to bathe then meet just after sunset for dinner. Ash looked over the completed garden after her own swift shower, smiling gently at the thought of how it would look.
Once Luna joined her, she glanced at her dear friend and asked curiously, "Were you able to get hold of a grimoire for the spell I wanted or find someone willing to teach me?"
Luna sighed a little dramatically and pulled the book from her inventory, "You'd best remember to thank Nia as well. The paladins of Silva's temple seemed about ready to throw me out just seeing the robes. She was able to remind them that none of the temples are at odds with each other and it would be best to remain that way lest the gods decide to get involved."
Ash's lips tilted downward in a light frown as she took the book and contemplated the adverse reaction to its request. The spell was a rather simple one that pretty much everyone that worshiped Silva learned early on. It helped boost the growth of plants but could definitely kill them instead if misused or used on a plant that was not able to grow in a particular area. Even without the spell, Ash would have still spent quite some time studying each plant and what it needed from and added to the soil in order to determine what to plant around it and where to start everything.
"Makes you wonder what the Godsborn have been up to, that the Earthborn are becoming so wary of sharing knowledge with those outside of their own god's worship," she grumbled at length as she flipped slowly through the grimoire, actually reading all of the technical casting knowledge within even though the system Prudentia had implemented made it possible for her to essentially just touch the grimoire and imagine learning the spell.
She nodded slightly and, rather than casting it, put it into her spell storage and then pulled a second necessary spell for what she was up to into it as well, Mana Infusion. Glancing between the two she drew in one of her multi-target spells as well and began weaving the three together.
With six words to work with, it became the new most complicated spell she'd ever made. It also seemed to be changing a little strangely compared to other spells she'd put together. She had intended to leave the base word as Magic from Mana Infusion or Wind from Silva's classification of spells. It changed to Star, as if her alteration had made it into a Siderian spell despite her intent not to.
She was still weaving it when someone appeared in front of her. Her eyes moved up to find a beautiful woman whose hair seemed to be made of plants. The leaves shook slightly in the wind that moved through her grove with the woman's appearance, as if to allude to the name of her species, she was a Shiverleaf Spirit.
Recognizing her as Silva, the Lady of the Forest herself, Ash spoke softly, "If my spellweaving causes you some sort of distress, I can stop, Lady Silva."
The goddess gave a small chuckle and spoke in a voice that seemed ethereal, as if it was a chime from the leaves of her hair, "Goodness, no, dear child. I am just curious as to what you are up to. I have never thought of such a thing," she turned her attention to the side, as if looking elsewhere, "I wonder if she's interested as well," absently, she continued, "I am quite certain you won't mind a little more company, dear. We might have quite a lot to discuss here in a few moments when you finish that spell of yours."
Prudentia joined as well, just in time to watch the spell turn into its new completed form.
She looked interested, but less so than Ash would have thought coming from the goddess that oversaw magic.
Reading her thoughts as Gods often did, Prudentia shook her head slightly, "While I do watch over the magic user systems such as your own, I am not in charge of magic. That member of the pantheon does not yet walk with us."
That surprised her somewhat, considering she was often viewed as the goddess of both wisdom and magic.
"Magic is an application of knowledge, though it takes some wisdom to use it well," she said it in a pointed way that seemed to indicate she felt Ash's current spell was a little easy to misuse.
Ash had already contemplated the problems that could go along with her new spell, though and only smiled ever so slightly before turning away from the two goddesses, "Considering this is a personal use spell, I have taken into account what I have available to me. I would consider the spell incomplete in this form considering it cannot take into account the plants themselves."
Her free hand reached out to rest on the grand Star Ash in the center of her grove and she showed it the spell, essentially asking which of the new plants in its grove would tolerate it and if it was interested as well.
A small surge of power that felt like a chuckle slid through her as the tree made it clear that 'It was far too old for that unrestrained growth nonsense, thank you very much' before another pulse of power left the tree to mark which plants would react favorably to her new spell.