In this case, however, he had. He had heard a green stag of, oh, about average shape and size for one of the human-shaped deer native to these woods, clad in fur that, from a distance, resembled scales. Purple flowers were strewn through the stag's antlers, and between those and the gentle smile on the stag's face as he approached the garden, it was clear that he, too, was a plant-lover.

"Excuse me, but is this garden yours?"

Seed had smelt it from afar before, the rich smells of the herbs carried by the slightest of breeze. He had decided nor to check it out, and see its source.

"My name is Seed....And I think I'd have to be punished for making the obvious plant-based jokes here."

I mean, Seeds and Radishes and herbs, oh my.... Well, Seed had heard a lot of puns built off of his name, some good and some bad. A fair number heartwarming, too.

"This really is a lovely garden; what do you do with it all? Or is it simply for admiration of the plants?"

He sniffed at a flowering thyme plant with a thoughtful look.

Placing a track here :3

@Wocio; Thank you for taking interest. c:

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"So do I. It's good to keep the mind busy and not just sit around and do so little when everyone has so much potential. He paused. Yes, I sell them. It really depends what I do with them first. Straight from the ground they are worth slightly less then if I make something like medicine."

Turning his head, he used his back leg to push over an interesting stone bowl with a stone stick inside "I was given this as a gift from another from a very different forest. I use it to grind and mix different herbs. It takes time, but it helps a lot if making different remedies. As for price, I mostly just ask for more seeds, fungi, or anything that would been seen as simple value. Nothing much, unless it is a difficult job."

In some of the small trees around them, those which are short and young hung a number of different herbs bound together and out to dry. One could tell he took his time with each one.

Hmm, a poem? Any offer is better then none of course, but Radish wasn't one to turn down business in the end. Also, it could be a good thing to mix up forms of payments after all. "I would be happy to, but on one condition. I am new to this forest and news of my work is usually word of mouth. So, if you tell a few others that you now of my practice, I'll love to accept a poem in return for some herbs."

Radish nodded to himself. He could just go around and tell others about his work, but he knows if he left his garden for far to long, the rabbits will help themselves to a meal or two. Something he still hasn't figured out how to fix. Rabbits were to smart to be scared away from a potential meal. So if someone told a few about him, it would work out in the end. "Sound fair?"

Radish was glad to hear that, after all, after a few hear about him, they might tell more if they are satisfied with his work. And more usually are. He looked to the green stag, "Well, herbs are for more then just medicine for sickness. They also prevent them as well. As well as can be used as good luck charms for those who believe in that sort of herb magic. But I haven't met many who do. Some just make good decorations." He smiled softly, motioning his head towards some fungi that grew in the shade at the base of one of the trees he lived next too.

The mushroom was a soft red color with white dots. "That is Agaric, a fungi that can be used in Fertility. Dried and worn around the neck or antler; but never eaten." The little mushrooms were only a few of the different things that lined his garden. Tho, the stag could go on, but Seed didn't have to buy anything if he didn't find interest medical herbs.

The large stag stood up, stretching for a second then looked around his garden then back to Seed. "I do actually, from mint to poppy. I even have a few Lilies and Jasmines that just bloomed a few days ago. As well as a couple of ginger roots that I am growing, but those will need a little more time before I can harvest them. Do you have a particular scent or flavor that you would like for the tea to have?"

Of course, teas are more of an aroma thing, but with enough flowers or herbs, they can even have a strong flavor to go with it. Radish even had a few 'bark' bowls that he would provide with a few tea powders if requested. Also, if there were some fruit trees in this forest, he could even make fruit tea as well. Apple tea is always seeming to be a favorite during colder seasons.

Tracking this 8>

"That sounds very good."

Seed nodded, taking the information in.

"So, then, I will have a few days to compose a poem for you. That's a relief."

After all, he only had very rough ideas of the poem he would write; a sense of the smell of the poem, perhaps, an image of radishes and dark, fertile earth... But not the words just yet. He chuckled, to distract himself from the worry.

"I could possibly try and make a poem that is an advertisement, I suppose."

"Do you have a preference for form? Or lack thereof?"

Seed asked, trading the questions of his craft for the question about Radish's. You could never trade a poem that had been written for someone else, on the rare days you could get a commission to begin with. You just had to remake it and remake it, and edit it and pare it down... Which sometimes did things well. But it was nice to get things right the first time.

"Somewhat strong -- not a weak tea, but not overwhelming... About a 6 on the Strength-o-Meter. And I think just a little bit sweet; not so much that it'd impose my taste...I may share it with a friend of mine."

Because he thought Sage would love to share some tea with him. He thought about sharing things with Sage a lot, lately, though he'd not noticed it.

"Ha -- very well, then..."

He laughed. After all, he was leaving the tea up to Radish, so that seemed fair; to each stag his craft, etc.

He sniffed at the drying leaves and tried to decide what to do -- on the one hand, the process could give him material. On the other hand, he could be waiting long for very little.

"Well, is there anything in particular you do in this process in the near enough future? Poems are physical things, really -- one cannot build a castle in the sky without one's hooves firmly in the soil, as they say."

"I was wondering about that,"

He said with a chuckle. Things in the forest were not always as easy as the information he could get made it sound like they were elsewhere. And so craft became fascinating for more than just craft's sake -- he'd written about that.

He watched Radish's process carefully, trying to assemble a line. Maybe an acrostic poem? 'Resplendent in the air, the scent of / anise, the cool of mint, the tang of rosemary...' Darnit, he'd need a D. He scratched out a few pictoglyphs on the ground, trying to get it to work.

((Shall we break the scene here and pick it up once I've written a satisfactory poem?))

Nemonica was following the scent of herbs through the forest, she lifted her nose up and sniffed the air to see if she was close. She walked around a big tree and looked towards the distance, she heard water trickling and she seen a red object in the distance. "Who is that?" she said to herself with a curious tone to her voice, "hmm..." she walked towards the moving red object with alert ears and eyes. Once she got up close, she noticed that it was a Stag with a herb garden. She immediately knew that he must of been one of the healers of the forest. "Umm... hello?" she said, as she walked around the herb garden.

Nemonica smiled back at the stag, "I'm doing great thank you, how about you?" she asked back looking at his red bowl on his head. She let out a chuckled, "Do you have anything for shin splints? I keep getting them all the time" she laughed as she thought what she said was funny. Once he appraoched her, he towered over her. She looked up at him and she noticed that she was way smaller than him.

She smiled, "My name is Nemonica, and I think I can take some of those tea bags and the white bark. I like green tea" she smiled as she watched him work. "So how long have you been here in this forest may I ask?" she gave him a warm smile and then a curious look on her face.

"It's nice to meet you too Radish" she smiled, "I've lived in this forest all my life. It's so beautiful here, and you are right about the soil being fertile. My mother practices herbs too" she smiled at the thought, "and I can take the tea once it's ready." she watched as he got up and turn towards her. "Wow, I just can't believe how tall you are" she said as she looked up at him with big eyes.

"Oh thank you Radish" she said softly with a smile, "I found some Thyme by a tree if you would like that?" she smiled again, "I think its a herb" she giggled. "If you don't mind me asking, can you tell me what you are growing in your garden?" she looked at him with wondering eyes.

"Alright I'll go get some right now!" she did a leap to the side and she darted off into the forest. She went to the tree, grabbed 4 roots of Thyme in her mouth, and went back to Radish. "Here you go" she dropped the herbs on the ground. "I hope this is enough, that's all I could fit in my mouth" she giggled.

"Ok" she said with a big smile. "Radish is there anything I can get for you like, any ingredients that you desperately need? She asked with a curious look on her face.

"Ok, I just wanted to help a friend out" she gave him a warm smile.

Nemonica nodded and smiled as she turned to leave, "Don't worry, I'll spread the word" she gave him a wink and a chuckle. She gave him a bow as she was about to leave. "I might come back later to tell you how the tea worked out for me" she smiled again.

thanks for the rp

It was a few days later when Seed trotted up, with a bit of aged wood in his mouth, the words of the poem carved in by his antlers. It had taken him quite a bit of work to know what to write, and his step was slightly jittery with nerves as he looked around in hopes that Radish would be there and not upset by it.