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…
As she made her way to the greenhouse, poppies and peonies turned their heads to follow her. Inside, succulent plantlings unpotted themselves and tottered over on mobile roots to crowd…
The autumn air was crisp as the plant mage stepped out into her garden. Evergreen plantlings trundled past, rustling and chirping to each other, their needles as vibrant as ever….
Everyone complimented the dryad’s flowers in spring. They would bring him gifts and write sonnets to his beauty. In the summer, they would dance and sing beneath his tree. But…
It was a stumpy thumb of a cactus. Discount stickers were layered thick over it, sharpie-ing on the low low price of 50p. The child’s pleas won out, and they…
She ought to kill it. A shroomling. Fox-like with a body of gnarled, animated dead wood. Back covered in a bright, ominous carpet of mushroom caps. Hollow eyes with points…
The huntress froze, bowstring taut, arrow fletching pressed against her cheek. The forest had eyes. As she watched, the mossy hill stood up. The woody shrubs became antlers. The moss…
The green and growing things gathered in the greenhouse. They shuddered their leaves and rasped their roots, communicating as only plantlings can. In the ivy-covered house beyond, the plant mage…
There was a knock at the door. The mage stood, smoothing the thick fabric of her gardening robes, and opened it. The plantlings scattered with a rustling of leaves and…
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…