Returning to her grove after a week at the academy, Lira felt the weight of responsibility heavier than ever—but also a deep satisfaction. The scale of the Kirin pulsed softly beside her, almost like a heartbeat. Every plant seemed to hum in response, leaves trembling slightly as if acknowledging her presence.
Renkai and Thalanir were already tending to rows of herbs and mushrooms, carefully following instructions Lira had left before departing. Fluffy trotted between the plants, inspecting each sprout with a curious paw. The Kelpies glided gracefully through the small pools, their sleek, liquid forms weaving between roots and stems, ensuring no insect or harmful element disrupted the soil.
Lira crouched beside the Kirin's scale and laid her hands upon it. Energy rippled through her fingers, connecting her to every plant, every creature, every drop of water in the grove. It was as if she could feel the flow of life itself—the pulse of balance that tied everything together.
