《Diary of Erica Kron》Day 112/113
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Day 112
Today was more of the same. I’m making progress incredibly quickly, which makes sense when you consider that I am naturally gifted in manipulating plants and have many insights into it that I only need to fully grasp. This rate of progress will only last maybe a week, but by the end of that week I should be able to manipulate flesh, assuming I'm right of course.
Nothing profound has been touched on yet. I am reading over certain parts of the book to help me solidify the knowledge but so far all I've changed is minor, though instead of scratching the surface now it’s more like I'm scraping away at it.
Mest read over the description of origin’s magic systems today, before deciding that he was incompatible with them.
Anyway, Good Night DIary
Day 113
Today I did touch upon something profound. A way to change the color of flowers so that even their offspring will keep the change. Changing colors in a plant, especially flowers, is easy, but it never carries to the children of the plant.
When I demonstrated it to Tiddol she said I could make some amazingly vibrant dyes with them. Something that is supposedly pretty rare around here. Unfortunately, i have no use for money right now so not much will come from that line of thinking for a while.
Other than that Par’s tribe seems to have evolved beyond a hunter-gatherer group and now has dedicated professions and has even started harvesting grains. Tiddol said something along the lines of ‘It’s like he’s trying to build society from the ground up.’ in reference to recent advancements they have made.
Anyway, Good Night Diary.
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