[He takes the acorn and looks it over, trying to gently feel life like he would in any living being. It takes a moment. He's never tried with plants before. Then, then he feels it, a little tendril of vitality, a small, sun-seeking instinct. Feeling it doesn't tell him how to coax it out without hurting it, though, so he's cautious.
Anders extends the smallest thread of creation magic to entwine with the tendril. When it catches he smiles faintly, but the task isn't done yet. In fact, the first time he tries to guide it out he slips and loses contact. It's the second when he manages to ease it out and is left with the smallest sprout in the palm of his hand.
He looks back up at Pel with a raised eyebrow, smile gone as quickly as it had come now that he's back out of the realm of casting and returned to the real world.]
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Anders extends the smallest thread of creation magic to entwine with the tendril. When it catches he smiles faintly, but the task isn't done yet. In fact, the first time he tries to guide it out he slips and loses contact. It's the second when he manages to ease it out and is left with the smallest sprout in the palm of his hand.
He looks back up at Pel with a raised eyebrow, smile gone as quickly as it had come now that he's back out of the realm of casting and returned to the real world.]