What was it that made you decide autumn? A specific image that came to mind, or a memory?

[ Claire reaches for ginger root and begins breaking off a few pieces into her mortar and pestle. ]

I'm glad that you've found a home here, and that you're recovering well. I've been making myself busy. I discovered a bit of my own magic.

[ Her eyes dance a little. It isn't anything large (yet) but it does so delight her. ]

I can bring a seed up to a sapling once I plant it. It isn't much, but it's quite the head start.