[He doesn't move; he doesn't have to. And he has no way of knowing if the stranger by the lake is sensitive to spirit energy the way that a demon — or a handful of particularly notable humans — would be, but that might just be a way of seeking to provoke a reaction, too. Invisible to all but the sensitive eye, his energy flares out around him, and the remaining grass near the burned-out patches gradually begins to grow, creeping like spindly green fingers across the otherwise barren dirt.
He can't make plants grow where there's no life to encourage, of course. But this is his version of a neat trick, itself.]
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He can't make plants grow where there's no life to encourage, of course. But this is his version of a neat trick, itself.]
Thank you.