Amongst the Leaves

Havermouth, Present Time

Meguitte took the familiar path to the laboratory. The magic was beginning to fade, the vines withdrawing, leaving behind imprints on the walls where they had clung. She paused by the nursery and saw that someone had installed UV lights and misters. The seedlings within were growing well.

Verina looked up from where she used a pestle and mortar to pulp. “Hello, Meguitte.”

“Hello,” Meguitte drifted over and looked inside the bowl.

“Eggshell,” Verina explained. “It is good for the soil.”

“The magic is fading,” Meguitte told her.

“What does that mean?” Verina looked around at her garden. “Are the children safe?”

“They will be soon. The main plant will shrivel and die, but not affect those connected to it,” she hoped. It was not a spell she had cast before, and sometimes spells came with nasty surprises. “I am not sure what will become of the seedlings.”

“Well… I will do my best to keep them alive,” Verina decided. “It seems a shame, otherwise. These little babies