The others seemed so eager to move on but Glyph sensed no danger here... just a quiet, sleeping potential. All along the coast he'd felt that and it was here too, as if the land was beginning to heal from the outside in. It would be many years if not centuries before this world was recovered but Creation's influence was beginning to kick start the cycle of life and death once more.He lingered as the others left the temple, looking over the glass and the ornaments - carved replicas of nature's splendour. It might have been a prairie planet before but now... there was space and opportunity for him to the sew the seeds of a green, vibrant future.
Fishing the seeds from his pouch he tossed them all over the area and as he left, the seeds put down roots and dozens of tiny green leaves emerged in the darkness. Their roots would eventually hold the cliff fast and break down the stone, reclaim it.
Emerging from the temple as vines crept along the walls at the door, he smiled, "Let's go, shall we?"
