Poppy had been here for two days. She hadn't left the grove since she arrived. She wanted to do everything she could to help. They were in pain. She could feel it in her soul—the screams and cries for help—it hurt her too. So she had stayed and would remain here until the damage was repaired.
When she was told of the incident she had dropped everything she was doing. She hadn't bothered to bring anything with her. Only time had mattered, the time it would take to repair the trees' vasculature, to ensure their survival. When she had exited the portal she saw the destroyed outbuildings but that wasn't her concern. She had planned to sleep in the orchards anyways.
The crops inland of the large dome were healthy, safe, but the orchards farther out had been burned. Poppy had sprinted through the forest with her vampire speed to reach those trees. Within moments she was on the outer edge where only charred and burned husks were left. The trees farther inward were safe but many had scorch marks running up their trunks and branches. The ground around her was soaked from a Hydromancer that had surely stopped the fire, but some of the roots still smoldered.
She fought her instinct for a moment before she fell to her knees and fully connected with everything around her. Tears fell down her cheeks from the pain resonating through her, as if it was her own. She took a singular moment to grieve with and for the trees before standing, wiping her tears, and making her way back to the fields to find a messenger. She would send for any acolyte that could be spared to assist in the healing, and that wasn't the only task that had to happen. When life is destroyed, life can form anew. Such is Their way. The ash from the burnt trees should be spread to enrich the soil. Despite the procurement of it, it will help the orchard and fields grow strong and produce abundantly.
Poppy worked her way through the apple orchard, starting at the outer edges where the most damage was inflicted. She had removed her shoes yesterday and left them only They know where. While it's not required for her work, she preferred to feel the ground beneath her feet. The cold, soft soil intermixed with various rocks and crunchy leaves. It made her feel more connected as she sung her magic.
She moved to another tree that had been scorched and placed her palm eye level on the trunk. She whispered to it, "It will be okay." She felt the response immediately, a feeling of gratitude. When the feeling dissipated, Poppy pulled her hand back and started singing. Singing also wasn't required, but she liked the calming affect it had. So she sang as her mana reached out of her like a sunflower reaching for the sun. She let it extend and grow and develop until the tree was embraced in it, consumed in it. Then, Poppy changed the melody ever so slightly. It provided warmth like the Sun's and sustenance like the water and soil provided. She let it restore any vital pathways that may have been damaged and when it was complete she sung the finale and released the tree. While the tree will always show signs of the external damage, she insured that it would live long and prosperously.
As Poppy thanked the tree for all of it's sacrifices, her ears twitched with the sound of someone approaching. It had taken a while to get used to the combination of fox ears with vampire hearing. The foot steps were light and the soft breeze carried floral and fruit scents, but there was also a scent that burned the back of her throat. She should have fed before coming here.
Poppy heard a voice behind her. Despite the warmth of it, her heart jumped as she turned to face Grand Magus Alora. Poppy's cheeks burned and her tail inched towards her thighs as she realized her blouse and pants were covered in mud and her fiery hair was a mass of tangles. She immediately curtsied and asked, "How may I help you, Grand Magus?"