IWUAaDNW: Growth 3.8

“That is awesome,” Cirys said, looking up, and up, at the majestic rainbow-leafed tree that stood in the middle of my pixie fountain. “Doesn’t feel like the rest of this floor.”

Gwen, whose eyes had narrowed in focus as her teeth chewed on her lower lip, widened her eyes. “Of course––it’s from that pixie! Uh…” she looked left and right, taking in all the details of the room, and said, “…doesn’t feel like a clearing, so this must be a pixie… uh… tree?”

Ulfric wasn't near the word wall, so I made a note to tell him she needed to study more when he came close.

“Who cares, it’s awesome!” Cirys insisted. “Taylor, if your pixie floor looks anything like this, I will never, ever complain about it, ever.”

“I bet she’s going to make you regret that,” Horzel commented, kneeling down. Nedagg had skittered ahead of him and was now sipping from the fountain’s nectar pool. The tamer curiously dipped a finger in the pool, then licked it for a taste and nearly leapt back in shock while spitting.

“Nasty?” Cirys asked.

Horzel shook his head. “Too sweet! It’s like… like a thousand dried tengrape fruits!” Glancing at his ant, he asked, “How can you even drink that, Nedagg?”

It didn't answer, partly because it was drinking, and partly because it couldn't talk. Ants liked sweet things. They just did. And talking about bugs that liked sweet things, one of my bees independently walked into the room, completely ignoring the adventuring party, and started taking greedy gulps from the pool as well.

“Small Lesser Bee,” Gwen said, standing between the bee and the rest of her party. “Passive, lesser danger, but C-class paralysis poison that can be lethal in large numbers, and will attack in swarms if someone messes with their stuff. Ignore, or cull their numbers before attempting to take anything from them.”