Seedling 21

Rustle. Rustle. Russsssssstle.

“Yes, we’ll be fine Grandma. Don’t worry!”

“Just give up if anything is going to kill you.” I throw my two cents in.

“Whatever, Old Man.”

Discrimination.

Dryad gets called Grandma and I’m relegated to the ‘Old Man’ scenario?

This world is just not fair, not fair at all.

I don’t see why I had to correct my doodles anyways, they were functioning perfectly fine.

After my wonderful enchanting experiments Dryad had a chat with the children while I was napping.

They’ve taken over the whole ‘perform in the Colosseum’ thing. In exchange though, my branch was twisted into getting a bigger room, much bigger. Nothing too fancy mind you, just bigger.

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Rustle.

No, moving wasn’t an issue. What’s the point of mastering magic if you can’t even move a simple room like flipping over one’s hand?

Roll up the moss, float out the animals and trees in mana spheres, and viola!

Bigger room being overtaken by lush forest type stuff, presto!

Ruustle?

No, I am not dealing with the children.

You wanted to take them under your Dryad tits, it’s all on you now missy!

Anyways with the boy calling himself Flicker, and the girl calling herself Shimmer, things are much easier on me.

We’re in that word, yeah, a symbiotic relationship.

They do all the work, I get all the time I need to keep having fun.

That’s symbiotic, right? Right.

Dryad keeps manipulating the nearby plants in order to produce amazing delicacies that I’m pretty sure do not exist.

Things like fruits that taste good, are healthy, and build up immunity to poison.

The first two I can see, the third, I mean, really?

Rustle!

What reason would I have to test biological weapons out on young children? That’s crazy talk that is.

I would…

Probably…

I mean it does sound interesting doesn’t it?

RUSTLE.

I say, how did you discover my secret stash of recently created 'moss'?

It's for recreation, honest...

Really good reacreation, heh.

Rustle. Rustleee!

I mean, who knew tax collectors would touch brightly colored flowers like that?

Swish.

Don’t they know bright colored anything is the Godly Gardener’s method of culling stupidity?

When was the last time you touched a random brightly colored creature in the Amazon Forest? Never that’s what, it’s suicide, that’s what.

Rustle?

Oh, it’s a super large, super awesome, super complex forest.

Rustleeeeeee!

That sounds like tons of work…explain again why I would do something like that?

Rustle.

Wait, wait, you can teach me water manipulation with my mana?

…Why did it take you so long to make this offer…