[seasonal event] dust and decay

Deimos' explanation did cover it, Adam supposed, but he couldn't help but wish the man would elaborate a bit more, mostly so there wouldn't be the awkward pause afterwards where he tried to work out if he was done talking. Assuming he was, Adam looked about the fields, chewing on his lip. "Right...so you know this is uh...fertile enough?" Not being at all agriculturally talented, he really didn't know how you'd tell. If Deimos just needed some soil, Adam wondered what it was he was here for - emotional support? It was only when the second set of words came that he understood, though swiftly grew alarmed, looking in the direction of the mudslide, where there were surely still bodies trapped under the deluge. "Uuuuhhhhh...." He turned to Deimos, the obvious question on his lips, then turned to face where the man's gaze led - the treeline. Oh. Okay. "...Does it need to be fresh, or can we go looking for something already dead? And..." Turning back to Deimos he asked something that felt foolishly optimistic, but he couldn't help it given the recipe: "Is this going to give Amalia her legs back?" adam Mistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you get Sad and angry... can't learn how to behave Still won't know how in the darkness of the grave