[Fur?]
Faelyn was mid-sip of her morning water.
'What.'
[So. Funny story.]
'Puffball that opener has never once preceded a funny story.'
[The cubs have discovered they can push against your divine energy.]
'What does that mean?!'
[It means the white one just sneezed and accidentally sent a small pulse through your blessing ability and every plant within fifteen feet of you just—]
Every single flower around the morning fire turned to face Faelyn at exactly the same moment.
Twenty people sat in complete silence staring at the flowers.
The flowers stared back at Faelyn.
Faelyn stared at the flowers.
'Fix it,' she thought, with tremendous calm.
[I cannot fix it. They're just very happy to see you. This is a feature not a bug.]
A vine on the nearest tree began slowly, hopefully, extending itself in her direction.
Elder Sorna looked at the vine. Looked at Faelyn. Looked back at the vine.
