The mage paused on the path home. She could hear … mewling? The high-pitched but muffled cry of something very small and at least a little scared. She followed the…
The plant mage answered the door to find a little plantling with plump green leaves shuffling its roots nervously. Rain poured beyond the doorstep, and slipped from the plantling’s waxy…
The plantlings stretched and sang as rain splashed from their leaves. They wriggled their roots, drinking with greedy joy. The plant mage snapped her spellbook shut. ‘Better?’ One plantling shivered…