Fusand sat cross-legged in the cultivation room of Elua's small house while focusing entirely on his internal state. He could sit for hours playing with Projections, meditating about his past and future, or just siphoning essence into his field. But he had always really disliked the methods of physical energy cultivation.
The crystallized amber shavings he had consumed hours ago still churned in his stomach. They were a very dense source of energy waiting to be properly converted. His master's lecturing voice had stressed repeatedly that this was nothing like the crude methods taught at the Youth Guild.
She had espoused that it wasn't efficient and - he had to admit that even after barely practicing the techniques that calling her assessment 'right' was like calling the sun a 'candle'.
'And the look she gave me when I just *asked* about what happens if I waste too much of it…'
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Bring on the plant jokes if you got em.
I know his Aspect sounds like a cheat, but think of it like early solar powered devices (or current ones with high usage, like battery banks). It doesn't *really* charge up much that fast and you honestly still want another source of energy to be constantly useful.
So he still needs to eat. He could just *theoretically* do nothing much but sit out there and eventually become a bit powerful. Eventually. Like most of the people he knows have died sort of eventually.
I guess that's the sad truth of a cultivating tree. I mean, a Plant Physique cultivator. The truth that I'm making up as I go along. The best kind of truth.