With introductions aside and the room full of plants and vines that Alma grew on the spot, the wandering planter appeared to be a lot more comfortable.
It seemed that it was more than just a desire to return plants back to the world.
There was a comfort in being out in nature away from others. Being alone and truly united with it. However, Gil was confused about how this had happened. Whether it was just the desire to travel and general insecurity with others or if this elf had become exiled from a village for some reason.
Seeing that Alma was still standing and waiting for a proper introduction to start things off, the wandering planter finally showed some movement and removed their hoods and face coverings. The deep blue hue on their skin was exactly what Gil had somewhat worried about.
It was rare for the elves to manifest their affinities physically. The dark elves were often this way compared to the other elves but overall it was not so dramatic as this elf here.
