The task of gathering lilies from the Mainland is not quite the daring inaugural quest that Papyrus had been imagining as his initiation as an explorer. Nevertheless! It is an important endeavor that deserves his best efforts. The lilies hold medicinal qualities, and could prove important for the well being of many inhabitants of Haven. Apparently, food made by those born here are not granted healing qualities through magic infused in the process as it happens when monsters cook. That meant that the brews from the lilies would be supplemental to any ailing resident and may be key to their recovery.
Better still, his now two day old hatchling anima is accompanying Sans, WingDings, and himself without concern.
It had taken four days for the rocky egg to finally crack, but only a breath to break. His partner had practically erupted from the shell in a burst that scattered bits all over and had Papyrus scrambling to catch the wriggly creature. Thankfully, his reflexes had been fast enough.
Well aware of where Verdana now perches wrapped around one clavicle and half buried in his scarf, Papyrus carefully swings the last large empty wooden barrel down from his opposite shoulder to set to the ground next to the others. Sans had chosen a rather bountiful location for them amongst the winding paths of the delta linking the lakes. In total, they had brought six sizeable barrels that had been sealed against moisture and should prove ideal to hold the lilies they were about to gather until able to return them to their guilds. Three barrels to each guild should be adequate, and would not make much of a dent here in the lily population. Once the barrels were all filled, Papyrus would carry them back to the port in multiple trips as he had to bring them this far from the ships.
Eager to get to work in the water, Papyrus walks over to his brother and lowers to sit next to him. He reaches down to start unwrapping the ties around his boots as he asks, "THAT'S ALL OF THEM, BROTHER! WHICH KIND OF LILY SHOULD WE FIND FIRST?"
Lily
Better still, his now two day old hatchling anima is accompanying Sans, WingDings, and himself without concern.
It had taken four days for the rocky egg to finally crack, but only a breath to break. His partner had practically erupted from the shell in a burst that scattered bits all over and had Papyrus scrambling to catch the wriggly creature. Thankfully, his reflexes had been fast enough.
Well aware of where Verdana now perches wrapped around one clavicle and half buried in his scarf, Papyrus carefully swings the last large empty wooden barrel down from his opposite shoulder to set to the ground next to the others. Sans had chosen a rather bountiful location for them amongst the winding paths of the delta linking the lakes. In total, they had brought six sizeable barrels that had been sealed against moisture and should prove ideal to hold the lilies they were about to gather until able to return them to their guilds. Three barrels to each guild should be adequate, and would not make much of a dent here in the lily population. Once the barrels were all filled, Papyrus would carry them back to the port in multiple trips as he had to bring them this far from the ships.
Eager to get to work in the water, Papyrus walks over to his brother and lowers to sit next to him. He reaches down to start unwrapping the ties around his boots as he asks, "THAT'S ALL OF THEM, BROTHER! WHICH KIND OF LILY SHOULD WE FIND FIRST?"