The Amell Legacy: Transgressions

[NPCs]

"I am Dau," the flowers correct Carver kindly.

[Carver Amell]

"But what are you?"

[NPCs]

"I am a Daughter."

Granny Peli snickers softly. "Dau is the eldest of Raplin's children, His Daughters. He was made before Raplin understood much about animals, bodies, socialization or... well, anything that a plant wouldn't need to know to live. Each Daughter is sort of a... bridge to understanding more about mortals."

[Marian Hawke]

"And you craft flesh? Was it hard for you to learn, given you're not mammalian?" asks Marian, fascinated.

[NPCs]

"Experience and practice imparts understanding," Dau replies, the flowers blinking somehow. 

[Bethany]

"Uh, practice on who?" Beth asks a little urgently.

[NPCs]

"Ah! That is a known question/worry!" Dau seems very pleased at that fact. "Practice was self-directed. Father did not imbue the shell of Dau with permanence. It must be crafted anew often." A pause. "Very often."

[Carver Amell]

Carver hesitates. "So you can't change someone permanently?"

[NPCs]

Dau considers that for a moment. "All living things grow and change. The changes I can impose can and will be overridden by subsequent growth. But forward, not backwards."

"Plants don't like that long, not small ones," Peli explains. "Right now, Dau us made of wildflowers and moss- that body won't last more than a year, tops, then he'll have to make a new one. Not that he often bothers to keep one even that long these days, now that he's good enough to make a new one in a minute or so."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"So he... just jumps shells on a whim?" Lightsong asks, sounding both taken aback and amazed.

[NPCs]

Rather than answering out loud, the clump of flowers falls apart. A moment later, a tendril of wood curls out of the floor, then breaks off in the vague shape of a mortal. Once formed, Dau waves.

[Carver Amell]

Carver jumps back, looking dubious. "But... she does know about people? Not people made of plants but real people?"

[Marian Hawke]

Marian winces. "Mortals, humans," she corrects.

[NPCs]

"I am male," Dau says politely.

"Since I was a little girl, oh, about a million years ago," Peli says with a grin.

Dau blinks, then a light burbling noise comes form the root-golem. "She is exaggerating for humor. She is only three centuries old."

[Haliel Lightsong]

"Umm. Thank you?" Lightsong says with a weak grin. "But, ah, you have fleshcrafted human bodies before, correct?"