It doesn't matter where Evie is, what she is doing, what time it happens to be. She will find it regardless, as if it had been there all along.
And what is it, exactly?
A beautifully carved pot, painted in swirling shades of green and gold. Within, dark, rich soil. Sprouting from it, a seedling, delicate and green as any Flowerbirth meadow.
Beneath the pot lays a note, the writing impossibly intricate and yet perfectly legible.
And what is it, exactly?
A beautifully carved pot, painted in swirling shades of green and gold. Within, dark, rich soil. Sprouting from it, a seedling, delicate and green as any Flowerbirth meadow.
Beneath the pot lays a note, the writing impossibly intricate and yet perfectly legible.
Be a dear, won't you, and look after this for us?
Until the end of Leafchange ought to do.
~ Rae
Until the end of Leafchange ought to do.
~ Rae
