water from air

Any take on Luke as just a normal kid whining about freedom should probably account for the fact that he lives on a lawless desert planet controlled by gangsters who kept his father and grandmother as slaves

Witchy Weather

I’ll probably add some illustrations to this as well but not right now, sorry I haven’t been posting regularly lately, I’m currently on night shift at work so sleeping at odd hours and no time to do much but sleep

Water Signs: Make The Choice

Water signs have a reputation for experiencing their emotions fully, being sensitive, creative, and intuitive. Signs in this element has a lot of good qualities, but share one absolutely horrible flaw.

They don’t take responsibility for their emotions. 

If something rubs them the wrong way, a water sign’s first reaction is “why is this happening to me?” If you say or do something that happens to hurt their feelings, they’ll think, “why is this person doing this to me?”

It doesn’t occur to them that no one is out to get them, and everyone is just trying to be themselves. Sometimes, people are accidentally blunt or inconsiderate. Even if someone tries to hurt you, that is a reflection of their own shortcomings. The best thing to do is ignore such people.

If you tell a water sign that they can choose how to feel about something, detach and observe negative emotions, and that they are the true source of their emotions, they’ll immediately go on the defensive.

“Oh, so now you’re blaming me for feeling this way?”

“Is everything my fault?” 

And other such statements, which completely miss the point and once again place them in the role of the ‘victim.’

Unevolved water signs trap themselves in this cycle of negative emotions. They can’t differentiate between ‘blame’ (which is disenfranchises) and responsibility (which is empowering). They choose to play the victim.

Evolved water signs have the power to free others from negative emotions, with love, empathy, and their natural healing ability. Evolved water signs know they can choose how to perceive reality, and take responsibility not only for themselves, but those around them. They choose to be the savior. 

Remember, you have the power to choose how to feel. Other people have nothing to do with it. Take responsibility for your reactions. 

earth signs are so practical and down-to-earth. they are realistic, they know how the world works.

but the grand irony of earth signs is that although they are practical and they know the ways of the world, some of them can’t wrap around the fact that life is not just made of simplicities that are supposed to make sense. the world is more than that, and the earth signs are often baffled by such complications. taurus clings onto what they know, virgo works to create order, and capricorn tries to make a mark in the world that makes sense to them.

and that’s where the water signs come in. they embrace the beautiful, unrealistic nuances of the world. they may not understand how the world works, but why it works. cancer feels the world, scorpio investigates, and pisces embraces it. they embrace everything they see, but with all that acceptance, they can get lost in their emotions.

and that’s where the air signs come in. they make sense of the messy acceptance the water signs are lost in. gemini makes sense of spoken words. libra makes sense of people. aquarius makes sense of society. they place the stabilizing logic that emotions can’t establish. the most beautiful thing is that this logic is smart, but also open. however, logic can’t always show everything, and the drive of the world is absent.

and that’s where the fire signs come in. they ignite and drive the world to move. they burn and break what is known and established - they rebel against what is know and ignites passion. aries starts the fire. leo dominates the world in its flames. sagittarius observes the ashes afterwards and creates millions of possibilities.

and then it starts all over again. the four elements are very much distinctive, unique, and powerful in their own ways, but they can’t live without the other.

anonymous asked:

Hello! I love your writing! Even the fics in fandoms or about pairings that I'm not usually into! It just makes me want to go and write and try to reach your standard :) I was wondering, would you ever do maybe an FMA/HP crossover ? Or FMA/YOI crossover ?? Or a crossover in general? They're pretty hard to do I think. But you'd ace it, because I'm sure if you did, it would be the best darn crossover and I'd love you

thank you that’s so sweet to say!!!!

okay so here’s the thing: i don’t LOVE crossovers usually, it takes a certain something to get me invested, and i one hundred percent don’t have a full fic in me. but –

edward elric, the cleverest wizard of his age. edward elric, who is just as extraordinary in this as he is everything else. he’s a hufflepuff, of course he is, you’d think he’d be a ravenclaw except literally the only thing more important to him than knowledge is loyalty and fairness  and what’s right. so.

he’s quiet and even surrounded by people he seems alone and there’s more than one slytherin vying for his attention, desperate to claim some of that shining talent for their own. but he rebukes them all, has no patience for stupidity or being used or political games. he’s the son of a muggle and a long absent wizard, and his brother – his brother is a squib.

edward hates hogwarts, hates the time he’s forced to spend away from his family. he has a single friend, winry, a fast talking ravenclaw, and she’s the only one who can pull genuine smiles from him.

his house doesn’t dislike him, but they know he likes to be left alone and they respect that. he gets them more points with perfect spells and perfect essays than any other student, so they like him and he’s never mean or rude, just quiet, so they all have a general sense of goodwill towards him but aren’t really friends. except alex armstrong who bursts into tears whenever he seems him, because armstrong is the hufflepuff quidditch captain and ed refuses to be the team’s seeker, or anything at all, even though anyone who’s seen him on a broom knows he’s just as capable and talented at it as anything else.

and lets talk about ed’s talent. ed who midway through first year got bored and started doing spells wordlessly. then wandlessly. who spends every waking moment in the library studying who the hell knows what because it’s certainly not classwork. he does all his spells without a wand or word now, no one has seen him even touch a wand since his second year. and it’s fear and awe that mark him too, because even dumbledore keeps track of his wand, uses it if he doesn’t have to, but ed doesn’t bother. he got straight Os in all his owls and he never pays attention in class but can answer any question or perform any spell asked of him so it’s not like the teachers can do anything with that.

then there’s slytherin seventh year roy okay, and his merry band of people – slytherin maes, gryffindor riza, gryffindor havoc, falman and fuery in raveclaw, breda in hufflepuff. and he’s fascinated by ed, they all are, who wouldn’t be? roy’s the quidditch captain for the slytherin team and hast to listen to armstrong cry at least once a week about ed’s wasted potential.

then the triwizard tournament happens. whole schools are submitted, and the best is chosen from each. everyone expects it to be roy – handsome, popular, powerful, with a special studies in fire spells.

roy knows better. he doesn’t say anything but he’s not surprised at all when edward elric’s name pops out of the goblet. the hufflepuffs are going crazy, and roy makes sure to cheer just as loudly with them.

the other two champions are rose, a quiet girl with a friendly smile, and ling, a not-quiet boy who already spends all his free time attempting to irritate ed into being friends with him, and this isn’t going to help at all.

so the first task happens. the dragons. ling uses a freezing spell to slow the beast down and gets a broken arm and a gash down his side for his trouble, but gets the egg. rose conjured a flock of birds to distract it and went for an egg, but the dragon used a puff of fire to kill the birds and burn half of rose’s body in a singe breath. but she gets the egg.

then it’s ed’s turn. he stands there, staring. does nothing. he takes a step forward. waits. takes another. waits. takes another, and the dragon rears up against him, so he takes a step back. she quiets back down, and he waits, and takes another step forward. that’s what he does. for hours. people have literally fallen asleep in their seats by the time ed has worked his way to the dragon’s nest, being watched carefully but not attacked, being trusted, and picks up the golden egg. the dragon’s nostrils flare and ed holds it up for her inspection, and she realize it’s not her egg at all, and settles back down, and ed backs up and away.

and that’s how ed gets the dragon egg with not a single bit of a magic and without a scratch on him.

roy wonders why ed is even bothering to compete, because he doesn’t seem that invested in it. the other champions are seen studying and practicing, are found with their professors colluding and working. ed continues on as if nothing has happened.

then the second task takes place. ed shows up late but he shows up furious, and roy wonders who it was that they took, because he can see winry sitting anxiously in the stands below him. ed reaches into his sleeve and takes out his wand and roy goes rigid in his seat and maes lets out a curse besides him. ed hasn’t used his wand in four years, hasn’t needed to, and if he’s using it now –

he says a spell they can’t hear and makes large encompassing swish – and then the entire great lake is lifted into the air.

the lakebed is dry and edward suspends the massive ball of water and merpeople and giant squid likes it’s nothing, is holding aloft something bigger than the hogwarts castle, and ed uses his other hand to point and direct, is doing two spells simultaneously, and roy didn’t even know that was possible. a hole opens up in the lake and a mer-person drops out, screaming. then another. then another. the screams are so high and so awful that roy is certain he’s going to have nightmares about it.

“give him back,” he says, voice clear and rippling with banked fury. “give him back

and a merperson swims to the edge, holding out a sleeping boy that looks remarkable like edward. ed lets the lake drop back to earth with a thunderous wave that soaks the judges. the boy comes gasping awake, still suspended in the air, and ed levitates him gently to the ground. the other champions are still in the lake.  the boy clings to ed, wet and shivering, and ed presses a kiss to his forehead and glares at the judges table. they give him a perfect score, shaken by what they’d seen as much as the students, and they march away.

later, roy and company worm their way into a conversation in the library, where ed sits with his brother going through a book in a language roy doesn’t recognize. “so,” he says awkwardly, now with two sets of scarily intelligent eyes fastened on him, “that was an impressive spell.”

ed snorts and rolls his eyes. “spells,” he scoffs, “great big waste of time if you ask me. wave a stick and say some words and you too can do the same damn spell as thousands before you. pathetic.”

“oh,” maes says, taken aback and wide eyed, “that’s uh,” he looks to alphonse, grimaces, and goes, “okay.”

“he’s not saying that because I’m a squib,” al says, “he’s just a nerd who like things that can be quantified and explained. magic isn’t really his thing.”

roy stares. the most powerful wizard he’s ever seen, and magic isn’t his thing.

“fuck flamel,” he snarls, “if he didn’t insist i get my newts before taking me on as an apprentice – he didn’t make you wait to begin learning!”

“but i cant do magic,” al says reasonably, “besides, i’m learning from his daughter now. we’ll learn from him together when you graduate.”

ed wrinkles his nose, “better hogwarts than izumi. i guess.”

“nicholas flamel?” falman breaks in, “you want to learn alchemy?”

“we want to master alchemy,” ed corrects, “the basics are easy enough, but flamel made a philospher’s stone. do you have any idea the level of mastery that takes?”

“we don’t really want to live forever,” al frowns, “but it is the ultimate test. we won’t rest until we make one.”

they all stare. “alphonse,” havoc says hesitantly, “are you – can you –“

he blinks, “of course. i may not be able to do it without circles like brother and flamel, but i’m not inept. that’s why i’m learning from izumi – she’s a squib and has to use circles too.”

“circles,” maes repeats, completely lost, “what?”

al sighs and takes out a piece of chalk, “like this,” and sketches out an array on the table. he grabs a notebook and puts it in the center, and with a crackle of energy its transformed into a bouquet of live flowers.

“nice trick of pulling water from the air,” ed says.

they’re all flabbergasted. “transfiguration?” maes asks.

“yeah sure,” ed rolls his eyes, “the same way cutting out a snowflake from a piece of paper is like origami.”

they keep staring. ed stares back. it’s the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

ed doesn’t win the tournament because he lets ling win for reason he refuses to explain, will only say that it was more important to him.

roy pesters and irritates ed until he agrees to teach him alchemy, and even grudgingly says roy has a knack for it. so he sets it up that when al and ed are studying with flamel roy is studying with his daughter, and he goes to ed and al whenever he gets confused because they’re at least less scary than izumi.

ed and al create the philosopher’s stone, and promptly destroy it. roy becomes a master of fire alchemy. they all live happily ever after.

anonymous asked:

Does anyone have some tips for surviving the summer heat? Its like the one time a year that I might actually get sensory overload but I never know how to handle it. :(

Oh goodness, I feel your pain, anon! Temperature regulation is one of my most messed-up sensory systems, so I’m constantly on the lookout for some ideas to make it better. I’ll talk about some of the things that have helped me get through summers in the southwestern US (land of heat and melting, honestly):

  • If you have air conditioning, use it. I know it’s good to try and conserve energy, especially in summertime, but taking care of yourself is also important. You can always turn off the air when you aren’t at home (but when you return home, only set it to the temperature you want it at in the end - setting it colder won’t make it cool off any faster).
  • If you don’t have air conditioning, a good trick is to put a bowl of water in front of a fan. The evaporation of the water + the air from the fan helps cool off a room more than just the fan itself, and can help cool off more than just the area right in front of a fan where you can feel the air moving.
  • Also check out what places around you are open during the hottest part of the day that have AC - the library and the mall are good places like this, because hanging out for long periods of time in these places is generally expected and doesn’t cost anything (unless you buy something while you’re at the mall).
  • Drink plenty of water! If you struggle to remember, try an app like Plant Nanny (which I believe is available on both Android and iPhone). You pick a cute little plant, and then each time you drink water you tell the app and it helps your plant grow. Because of this app I’ve also learned to keep track of when I should have finished my next bottle of water - if I get up around 7am, I should drink a full bottle of water by 11, another by 3, and another by 7pm (and some after that as well, but it doesn’t have to be a full bottle, just whatever I need to feel hydrated). I use an uninsulated water bottle because I prefer room temperature water, but if you like ice cold water, a Hydro Flask could help - it keeps water super cold for a long time.
  • Putting a towel or a pillowcase in the freezer to then put on your pillow drape over the back of your neck can really help. When your face and neck are cool, it can trick the rest of your body into feeling cool as well.
  • If possible, sitting on floors or non-cushioned chairs can help keep you cooler - couches, beds, and other soft things form to your body and trap heat close to you. You could try the freezer trick with a sheet and then drape that over a couch, but for me it’s generally easier to just sit on the floor instead.
  • Look for loose, flowy clothing made of cotton, if you’re able to wear that sort of thing. The looseness allows air to flow around you more easily, and cotton is light and dries more quickly than many artificial fabrics.

Okay, I think that’s the biggest things for what helps me get through summer. If any of our followers have any other ideas, please let us know!

- Mod Logan


There was a thief in their midst.

Over the last few weeks, members of the clergy assigned with mass preparations have noticed the sudden disappearance of consecrated wine. It started off with bottles becoming half empty, to full bottles simply vanishing.

That was, until tonight.

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For Flint

So, I’m an engineering major and am trying to come up with a way to obtain clean water for flint. I’m thinking of using condensers from old AC units to use to pull water from the air, and then panning it through a filter. It would pretty much generate the water from outside. And I’m also trying to make something people can hook up to their sinks to purify the water. If you know any other engineers or are into this yourself please message me so we can make this happen for flint!!!

The New Teacher (Logan HowlettxReader)

Summary: Logan does nothing but antagonize you. You’re convinced that he hates you with every single replicating cell in his body, but you’re not as intuitive as you think. Maybe there’s something more to Logan’s unrelenting anger. 

Warning: Profanity

Originally posted by hughxjackman

“I’m telling you. He’s always rude to everyone.”

“I’ve seen him talk to everyone else, including all of the students. The only person he has never talked to is me.” Your friend Jean opens her mouth to continue her argument. “Jean,” you interrupt. “I know he’s rude, but you have to admit he’s way ruder to me than he is to anyone else here.”

Jean sighs. “I don’t know. Maybe he’s just nervous around you so he doesn’t know how to talk to you.”

You roll your eyes. “That doesn’t make any sense, Jean. He’s Wolverine. Why would he be afraid of me?”

“I didn’t say he was afraid of you. I said he was nervous around you. There’s a difference.”

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Fire and Rain [Enoch O’Connor] [Part Two]

Characters: (Movie) Enoch x Reader, Olive, Emma, Bronwyn, Claire

Summary: Shut away for days now, (Y/N) refuses to even talk to anyone anymore and no one understands why. Pieces aren’t even beginning to fall together and it seems that there’s no hope, not yet at least. It goes to show, though, that a little effort can go a long way.

Warnings: Mentions/implications of depression

Tags: @buckysbaloney 

Part One ~ Part Three ~ Part Four ~

Olive stood in front of the door of the shut away girl. She hadn’t spoken to her in days and felt bad that she had only just noticed her shift in mood. However, she hadn’t really seen her as much anymore. In fact, not at all. It had been a few days, and yet now was the time that she actually noticed (Y/N) was gone from regular, everyday activities.

Olive liked to think of them as friends despite their opposing peculiarities. Olive could make fire at her fingertips where (Y/N) pulled water from the air. They’re elemental abilities was seen as enemies in some cultures, but under the roof of Miss Peregrine, they were good friends. It wasn’t odd at all.

And Olive knew that couldn’t be the reason for (Y/N)’s sudden withdrawal from their happy lives. It had to be something else. The girls weren’t so close but they had known each other long enough to know what a possible issue could be. And so Olive knocked on the door before opening it and entering the room.

The room was dark, lit by the light coming in from the window. The bed was occupied by the quiet girl that no one had seen for days. “(Y/N),” Olive called out gently, her voice nearly an echo on the walls.

There was no response and for a moment Olive was terrified with the thought that she had starved herself to death or something along those lines, but those were just small, paranoid thoughts coming to her head and they were washed away when (Y/N) groaned.

(Y/N) wanted to be left alone. If someone had started to bring her food, she was going to refuse it purely for the fact that her legs worked and she could get her own food. If someone was coming in to ask her what was wrong, she couldn’t really explain it, not even to herself.

It felt like pain, as if aching wasn’t enough. There was an escalation of pain, it seemed. And there was that attempt to try and not think about it, but no matter how many times she tried to dismiss the thought, it kept snaking back around, ready to catch her whenever it could. It hurt.

“(Y/N), would you like to talk?” Olive asked her gently, walking over to the bed. She was concerned, everyone was. It was worrying.

“No,” (Y/N) said, her voice low and sorrow filled. She tried to hide that sorrow, tried to sound like she was okay, but she couldn’t hold it back and she couldn’t hide it. She didn’t turn over, not looking at the redheaded girl standing over her.

“Please, (Y/N), there’s something wrong, I know it,” Olive said and reached out to her. She put a hand on her shoulder. She then peeled back the blankets and looked at the girl as she squirmed in a discomfort. She tried to pull the covers back to her and after a moment’s struggle with the redhead, (Y/N) won and pulled the covers back over herself.

Olive sighed in defeat. It was quite obvious the girl didn’t want to speak about any issues bothering her. She nodded. “Alright, then, (Y/N), I’ll leave you be,” she said softly, watching her for a moment. “But I am always here for you if you ever need anyone, you do know that.”

Then Olive left, coming to understand that maybe it would just take time. She closed the door gently and turned to Emma, who stood not too far from the door. “She won’t talk about it,” she informed her in a gentle tone.

Emma nodded and then looked to the door that opened up to (Y/N)’s room. “Well, I say we give her some time and then I will go in there and try to speak to her,” she reasoned.

Just like all of them, there was more that meets the eye. In this case, sadness had come over their friend and there was obviously something deep and personal. However, Emma was scared that this was more than sadness, that this could be a depression that their dear (Y/N) had fallen into and none of them knew the reason why. They would have to soon or else the entire home could go into a tizzy over it.

At the dining table for diner, all the children sat comfortably, one chair still empty. However, as the days had come to show, there was no point in waiting. (Y/N) was not coming to dinner. This made the younger children confused and they didn’t so much as understand why (Y/N) was laying in bed all day now. This made conversation awkward around the table and for the older girls since they could not get it out of her, what was wrong.

“Will (Y/N) not be joining us?” Claire asked, her voice very soft and very low.

Emma looked at her, her head tilting with a sort of sadness in her eyes. “No, she won’t,” she told the frilly girl simply. She looked down the table to Miss Peregrine, giving her a look that spoke of how she would go to (Y/N) after dinner.

Enoch sat at the other end of the table, watching them quietly. He didn’t have anything to say. Of course he had noticed that the order in the home was disrupted. Of course he noticed that (Y/N), a girl who had stood by any one of them for years, was now locked away. He did not comment on any of it though, deciding it best that he keep out of it.

“Perhaps you could go see her, Claire,” Miss Peregrine suggested as they ate. She looked at the young girl. “She does always smile when she sees you.”

“She smiles when she sees anyone,” Enoch piped in. He just couldn’t help it. When it came to butting in, he did that very well. “She’s the happiest person in the house despite anything.”

“Well, she’s not very happy right now,” Emma interjected, looking at him. Her hair whipped around her head for a short moment before it stilled. She pressed her lips together. “And whatever’s happened to make this happen has to be fixed.”

“I completely agree,” the bird at the other end of the table said. She nodded once. “One of you shall take the girls up to see her then.”

Emma’s shoes could be heard down the hall, there was no hiding that. (Y/N) knew she was coming before the knocking came to her door. She didn’t move though. She just listened as the door opened.

“(Y/N)!” two young voices cheered and the running of two small girls could be heard. (Y/N) glanced over her shoulder at Claire and Bronwyn as they ran up to the edge of her bed.

“We’ll brought you dinner,” Claire said, stating that they had done one of the things she didn’t want them doing. She didn’t know this though and (Y/N) couldn’t blame her.

(Y/N) sat up and looked at Emma, who was holding a tray with a plate of food upon it. She stared at the girl that was one of her close friends. She then looked at the little girls and pulled on a smile. “Thank you,” she said and took the tray from the platinum blonde. However, this didn’t make them leave like she had hoped.

Emma took a seat on the edge of the bed, the two younger girls climbing up onto the bed to sit with them. They watched them and Emma let them get situated, then looked at (Y/N) and got straight to the point.

“(Y/N), you’ve been locked up here for over a week’s time,” she said, her shoulders slumping a bit. She looked at her with that same concern Olive had. “What’s the matter?”

“Nothing’s the matter,” (Y/N) denied and looked down at the plate of food. She wasn’t the best liar, not that she had ever had anything to lie about. She shook her head. “I just wish to not leave my room now.”

“But we miss you, (Y/N),” Claire said, making the older girl look at her. It was as if the girl was trying to look into her soul. She shook her head. “Are you sad?”

The question caught the girl off guard and she didn’t look away from the small child. She couldn’t lie to her, no matter how much she wanted to. “Yes, Claire, but it’s okay. I’ll be happy again soon enough,” she told her and rubbed her shoulder. “It’s nothing to worry about.”

“Why are you sad?” Bronwyn asked, turning (Y/N)’s attention to her. Her lips pressed into a thin line as she looked at the two little girls sat on her bed with her.

“It’s not really important,” (Y/N) tried to convince them.

“Of course it is,” Emma said and looked at her with an almost upset look. She hated seeing one of her friends like this and (Y/N) was more than that to her. (Y/N) was a sister. “Now why are you so sad?”

(Y/N) looked at her, her head tilting as a critical look came over her features. Her (Y/E/C) eyes held so much sadness. How long had this actually been going on? Emma stared into her eyes and she felt overwhelmed with a familiar feeling.

“Claire, Bronwyn, let (Y/N) and me spak alone,” Emma said. The two girls didn’t question anything, not out loud, and they got up, leaving the two teenage girls to be.

“Emma, it’s nothing, really,” (Y/N) tried to persuade. She didn’t look at the blonde girl as her eyes were staring at her.

“You’re hurting, you’re truly hurting,” Emma said and shook her head, “so this isn’t nothing. Tell me what’s wrong.”

(Y/N) didn’t look at her. She then snapped her head to face her. “I want feel love, Emma. I want to love someone.”

“You do love someone,” Emma said and scooted closer to her. She set the untouched tray of food aside and put a hand on her shoulder. “You love Enoch.”

(Y/N) looked down at her lap. “But he’ll never love me,” she told her.

Okay so Prince proposed to us in a hot air balloon and Bartender proposed out at sea underneath the stars.

If Business Guy doesn’t propose to us on a goddamn mountaintop I will be highly disappointed!

waterbendinglester  asked:

What type of bender would the vets and the 104th be?

Mikasa: Non-Bender from the Fire Nation 
Reiner: Water Bender from the Northern Water Tribe 
Bertholdt: Non-Bender from the Earth Kingdom 
Annie: Water Bender from the Southern Water Tribe 
Eren: Fire Bender from the Fire Nation
Jean: Earth Bender from the Earth Kingdom
Marco: Air Bender from the Air Nomads
Sasha: Earth Bender from the Earth Kingdom
Connie: Non-Bender from the Earth Kingdom
Historia: Avatar from the Fire Nation
Ymir: Non-Bender from the Earth Kingdom
Armin: Water Bender from the Southern Water Tribe
Levi: Air-Bender from the Air Nomads
Nanaba: Air-Bender from the Air Nomads
Erwin: Non-Bender from the Earth Kingdom
Mike: Non-Bender from the Earth Kingdom 
Hanji: Fire Bender from the Fire Nation
Moblit: Non-Bender from the Northern Water Tribe 


Rogue One planets: Lah’mu

Lah'mu was an out-of-the-way planet in the Outer Rim Territories, far from hyperspace routes. The planet itself was lush and dark green in colour. It was home to mountain peaks, plateaus, black sand beaches, saline seas, geysers, and sometimes volcanic activity. Minerals were abundant in the soil, due to the planet’s crust splitting during its early development. While providing the planet with verdant, lush farmland, these minerals made the water unsuitable for human consumption. Settlers were forced to distill water vapor from the air using condensers. Lah'mu had one moon as well as rings of silica, which formed from the remains of a second moon that had been pulverized.