The grove was alive with motion. Lira walked among the rows of magic orchards, brushing her fingers along the leaves of the grounding apples, checking the mushrooms that now thrived in clusters near the giant tree's roots. Renkai and Thalanir flitted between plants, tending to vines, watering herbs, and laughing quietly as they accidentally knocked over a small pot now spilling sparkling soil. Serelyth perched above, sending small embers into the sky to roast fruit for Fluffy, who darted between roots chasing the occasional glowing insect.
Lira paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. The grove was not just a garden—it was a team. Every plant, every creature, every companion she had brought into this sanctuary contributed to its life. And yet… she knew that even this sprawling, vibrant sanctuary had gaps that needed filling.
