Talking to Plants(?)

Change was a scary thing.

To be uprooted and tossed into an entirely new environment, many plants didn't survive that kind of brutal treatment. The soil was different depending on where you went, and many plants dug deep roots desperate to cling to their original birthplace.

It sort of went to say that Phyla Rose was stunned for several days after arriving on Myrtle Island. Stunned — perhaps less so in the sense of physically stunned — but figuratively stunned.

Paralyzed. Kinda. Something like that.

Frankly, a lot of time passed and Phyla felt like she hadn't done very much of anything. It was sort of a procrastination effect... where having too much time made you simply less productive. Consequently, Phylla spent an embarrassing amount of time staring at the mermaid villagers all day and photosynthesizing.

She had never seen mermaids before, you see.

Phyla had spent her entire life in a forest.

Many of these people and sights were unfamiliar to her, and likewise, most people seemed unfamiliar with a plant person like herself. At some point, a merchild had walked up and asked if she ever got hungry — to which Phylla answered "yes" — albeit she supplemented her diet with photosynthesis.

They had a long conversation about plants.

Somebody had asked her if a plant could possibly be good at growing plants since... um... they had a farm here, so Phyla said she'd take a look? Although personally, she thought it was a somewhat racist, because it's not like mammals somehow magically know how to grow other mammals better.

But well, they offered to give her money, so why not?


Anyhow, they led Phyla to a farm, where apparently they were growing yams. This was a good thing because Phyla knew yams. Yams were basically vine plants, although apparently humans and merfolk ate the roots.

This was somewhat unfortunate because the vines were quite pretty. It also confused Phyla when humans threw away the leaves and ate the dirty part underground. At least in Phyla's opinion, the leaves were the attractive part, so it felt like a waste to throw it away.

The merman farmer left Phyla with the yams and said something about 'Do your magic' — although Phyla wasn't sure exactly what he was talking about.

Phyla just sort of... well... stared at the yams and wandered around for a bit. Since well... they were plants. What did those farmers expect? They'll grow on their own. Rain falls from the sky and they just sprout. It wasn't like Phyla could magically accelerate their growth or something. That kind of idea is ridiculous. Can you make a human grow up in fifteen minutes? No! They'll grow properly at their own pace alone!

At some point in the afternoon, Phyla encountered these strange little duck things who tried to eat her.

>.<

Phyla ain't an edible plant!

Anyways, Phyla kicked them and chased them away. She definitely didn't appreciate ducks squawking and trying to nibble on her. Those birds were seriously annoying.

Aside from this, there wasn't too much else to note. The farmer seemed pleased when he looked at the yams again at the end of the day, and said that the yams looked "greener" than usual. Personally, Phyla disagreed, because she thought they looked exactly the same, although she said nothing.