《Bloom》Seedling 20
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Ah, I forgot.
Truly, my memory deteriorates with age. Well, ok, not really…
I speak many languages…
Except none of them are human ones.
Tsk.
All this screaming and gibbering in fear from small children disturbs my tranquil Garden.
However, hah.
HOWEVER!
I have had a rather interesting breakthrough due to these human children.
Yes, indeed.
I have made incremental discoveries in the vast sea known as Enchantment.
First things first.
Did you know that Runes are utterly meaningless?
I truly thought those tomes I acquired from Tevril might aid me. Utter idiocy I now know.
Intent matters.
Just like when I learned to master Fire, intent runs just as deep, or perhaps deeper in meaning for enchanting.
Symbols have power yes, but only the power we grant them.
A ‘good’ enchanter in my opinion must be able to enchant a pigdoodle with meaning.
Rustle!
Ah, no that’s not why I doodled all over the boy.
Ok, maaaaaaaaaaybeeeee…
A little…
Anyways, anyways, it worked right? The strength of a hundred bears, the speed of a lightning bolt, the defense of an anvil, and the senses of an elf.
The kid’s got talent for sure now.
Enchanted talent is still talent in my humble opinion.
Now, I could have done without my Garden being used as a playground for a young godling, and all.
Tsk.
Do you have any idea how much time it will take to coax those two foxies down from the ceiling?
Hours of brushing fur.
Days of calming nerves.
Only to have a zippy boy scare them again?
He was lucky I merely melted a hand.
My patience is not endless.
Rustleeeeeee.
I cannot for the life of me fathom how he is so different from his sister.
Ah, yes.
The girl.
A true diamond in the shadowed Colosseum.
Patient.
Kind.
Generous.
Good with my pets.
Good with flora and fauna alike.
Since her brother seems to like to stretch his wings and bully her a bit, hm…
Rustle!
Yes!
I agree!
Let’s try something different for her, something inspiring.
Yes, for the girl, we’ll do Non-Physical Enchanting.
Hue hue…
I can already see the sparkling glyphs now!
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