Wildlife | Closed
Lily had seen only a small amount of magic in her lifetime, most of which was quite recently in short encounters with strangers or an unexplained appearance of a magical deity. But none proved the existence of magic quite as magnificently as the sudde restoration of Fugue Forest. The acts of magic she’d seen so far were temporary, appearances that you could convince yourself you’d imagined or hallucinated. But this? This was permanent and undeniably had involvement with magic.
A few weeks ago, Lily had been in this clearing. She had stood on the charred grass of Fugue Forest. She had touched the blackened remains of a tree carcass. The area had been well and truly dead. There was no logical way that life could have bloomed there within the next decade, maybe longer.
Yet here she stood again, in the same spot as she’d stood those few weeks prior -- except now the grass was waist high and there were leaves fluttering down from the branches, detached by the wind. Wildflowers sprouted from every crevice as though they’d been growing there for years. In Lily’s mind, there was no doubt that this was the work of magic.
Many people were against the use of magic in the city. They considered it unnatural and unfair, and Lily had agreed with them to some extent, particularly on the front of fairness. But after seeing the type of thing that magic could do, something that no scientist could have solved in as little time, it really swayed the ravenette in favour of magic.
With a small smile on her face, Lily retreated from the area, leaving the wildlife in peace.
