In a quiet bough of the Elf Tree Street Market, a petite Magic Potion Shop hung, like a vine fruit naturally born from a giant tree.
The sign, shaped like a potion bottle woven from resilient branches, was clearly visible in the dappled sunlight piercing through layers of leaves in the afternoon.
Scout Puki fluttered its small wings and landed on a horizontal branch next to the shop's door, on which several strands of dried herbs were hanging.
"Grandpa! Look! That flying mushroom is here again!" A clear voice sounded from within the shop.
A little elf girl, looking about eleven or twelve with two long braids, had somehow already tiptoed up to the window's edge, observing Puki curiously with her bright, sparkling eyes.
The growth cycle of elves in this world is lengthy. Though not amplifying to the extent of over a hundred years to reach adulthood, it usually takes thirty years or more to develop a mature physique.
