Entering his room at the inn after his talk with Lillianna, Adam's original plan was to go straight to sleep. However, the sight of an empty pot with a dead flower in it piqued the plant magic user's interest. Not so much for the dead matter, which he discarded, but for another flower he could grow within the soil.


Thinking back to his instruction under Glee earlier that day, the younger Druid recalled what had transpired.


"Adam, try growing something you're familiar with." The trainee obliged and a large red pine tree rose up from the ground, being quite different in size from the small plant he had grown earlier.


"Very good," the half-orc said, "now how are you connected with this type of tree?"


A barrage of memories rose up like the new timber had moments ago; after taking a split-second to consider what needed to be told, Adam provided his answer. "Very much so. These were everywhere, where I'm from."


"Right. And you've never even heard of the firaga rose until today. So you have virtually no connection with it. It is amazing you could create it like you did so quickly at all, really." The younger Druid didn't agree, but he wasn't about to argue about it. He would rather let Glee finish speaking and learn from his elder counterpart. "You need to really [i]know[/i] the plant to be able to create it. Truly connect with it, whether that be through books, experiences, or whatever else, and then you'll be able to grow it whenever."


Back in the present, Adam felt a connection to what he was about to create. The half-orc wasn't just a mentor, he was also a friend. One who had taken the time to help someone he had never met before grow as a Druid based in part on seeing him use his abilities to grow one of these. And what the red-eyed man had learned would not be wasted tonight. He focused his energy on the task at hand, willing the torch flower into existence with his magic. And it was complete in a way the man didn't feel like it was when he first tried it. Not only because it looked nicer, but because he could feel the firaga rose, and he didn't get the sense that it would explode immediately. 


Adam was satisfied at his progress, though he wasn't sure what drove him to create this flower specifically instead of one with more combat potential. However, he was too tired to think about it much, so instead he decided to go to bed. He would wake up the next morning to the sound of a plant bursting away from existence, satisfied it had lasted as long as it did but still wanting to improve on it further.