The mornings in the grove had a rhythm all their own. Lira rose with the soft mist curling through the trees, carrying the essence of dew and soil into her lungs. The Kelpies glimmered along the pools' edges, shimmering like living water, while Fluffy prowled through the roots, chasing stray petals or insects that wandered too close to her delicate plants.
Renkai and Thalanir were already moving between the rows, tending climbing vines, pruning branches, and whispering encouragement to young saplings. Their playful rivalry occasionally led to laughter, and the grove's calm hummed in response, as if even the plants approved of their friendly antics.
