A grey blue chestnut wanders into the barren lands, their striking green eyes scanning the wasteland as their tail strokes in the air, magical on land as they do not touch the ground once. Their fins are curved and graceful, the tail smoothing into the fluke where it is also curved with no sharp ends.

The Marean slowly stops, all four hooves touching the ground patiently, their magic subsiding from their body as they touch down onto the ground. Lowering his head as he sniffs the dirt before touching the ground with his curved green horn cast in an aurora veil making it look majestic in an iconic moment.

Another Marean watches from far away, this one a mare, standing next to Onyx Storm with golden eyes, both of whom are studying the whale shark trying to provoke plant growth.

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The mare Marean, a sooty honey pard tabby Blaise aquarius with purple accents befitting her devious ideas of the mysterious mind that she has, nudges the blue roan tobiano stallion before swimming over to the whale shark and trotting to a different spot once she has touched the ground.

Touching her sharp tip points of her horn, the double glow from them shining, gently drips down into the soil to help propate a new seed that had become dormant from the corruption sweeping all around.

The new seed does not grow, not yet, not until the gentle drips from the Marean's horns swim through the soil and cover the seed in a shielded manner to protect it from the death lingering around; the new seed is grateful as it begins to grow from the shield and famishes on the new nutrients that the mare was also help keeping alive while the seed thus grew.

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Onyx Storm watches as the whale shark and the Marean grow their plants, one seed shapes into a fair bush and the other seed grows quickly into a healthy spruce plant. The whale shark and Marean watch out for them whilst they continue into adulthood.

Onyx hesitates, not knowing when to find the correct moment, until his eyes catch a seed laying dormant above the soil. He tilts his head in curiosity at the new prospect, then he approaches carefully.

His pale horn used its golden magic to pick up the seed carefully, examining it before he stamped his hoof into the soil, creating a dusty old dent into the ground. There he controlled his magic to plant the seed firmly but carefully into the soil, making sure to keep it comfortable as he touched his horn to the seed's spot.

Onyx Storm's magic seeped into the ground quickly, wrapping the seed up in a guarded manner, nutrients and edible bacteria sprouted from the new growth. And the seed happily sucked up the new nutrients quickly.

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The Marean and whale shark lifted their heads from the grounds as they looked at Onyx Storm's lowered neck and head touching the ground, the seed's spot that which he had planted started to grow immaculately within a few seconds.

The mare and her friend swam over to the stallion's side, watching and studying as the dirt clump started to crack from the pressure underneath, they looked in surprise as a sprout began to appear as it pushed it's way from the ground. Showing visibility to the trio.

And Onyx Storm opened his eyes as he was looking right at a cute little sprout that appeared in place of the seed that which he had buried into the ground, his head tilted in curiosity, it wasn't much of a plant but it technically was alive--therefore it counted as it sprouted from the helpful magic--it might just be a unique type of plant.

A plant that intrigued the trio, especially the blue roan tobiano splash stallion, a unique seed that sprouted--it brings curiosity to the matter.

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A druid or two stands nearby, having witnessed the growth of two seeds and a part--the part being the newly active seed that had yet to sprout into a bush or tree or something along those lines--the druid nods their head at the trio's determined work to help the barren land be turned into a beautiful place.

The druid takes another look at the seedling having yet to sprout, they slowly and cautiously approach Onyx Storm's work, being careful under the stallion's hard work of using his magic to help the seedling.

While Onyx Storm watched the druid take a closer look at his help of the seedling, he stepped back to let the druid take the affirmation of knowing what the new seed will become after it had grown from a seedling.

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The mare Marean and the whale shark Marean watch in curious silence, wanting to know what the druid would do or if they would do something for the new seedling--if at all. It just seems like the druid is engaged in reading the new seed's growth into a little sprout of the beginning for a new plant.

Onyx Storm walked over to the two Mareans and took a rest next to the whale shark, inhaling slowly to calm his nerves for the engaging druid's readings on the plant. Intensity is all that remains in the newly created silence. Waiting.