The plant mage stood beside the tree, gesturing to a trail of small plantlings that trundled along on their many roots.
Her flower-printed robes were sweat-pasted to her skin beneath the aggressive heat, but she worried more about the yellowing leaves and fading colours of her plantlings.
The plantlings started to scrap for shade. ‘None of that!’ she said. ‘There’s room for everyone.’
Above, the tree rustled its agreement.