Brier had never expected to find that she had a gift - a connection to one of the elements, but that night she felt a pull to walk in the garden, She stepped out of bed and stole to the terrace to sneak down and sink her feet into the loamy soil.
Slowly, she knelt and to put a hand on the ground. She closed her eyes and lost all sense of time and self for a moment. She felt the vines and grasses springing up all around her. The music of the plants sang in her blood. When her eyes opened she was surrounded by a web of vines. Joy and exhiliration turned to surprise, then worry.
She chewed her lip, looking over the tangled mass. Just how was she going to extricate herself? And what would they say in the morning when they saw what she had done?
Hopefully innkeepers here were used to this sort of thing from new arrivals.
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