"Thank you again, very much." Oh, how she loves Hilda. She smiles softly at the care in her touch, and is glad for what she hopes is a lighter moment.
"Well, not quite. More what you requested." Reaching down into the bag at her side, Claire produces a plant that highly resembles a conifer sort of tree, but is only 24 inches tall, and more reminiscent of something from Hilda's world.
"I know it's a bit...thin. But you mentioned Claude's birthday isn't until July, so there's still time to try something different." Thanks to her magical prodding, she's much further along than even a miniature tree should be. But she's still limited, and still learning.
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"Well, not quite. More what you requested." Reaching down into the bag at her side, Claire produces a plant that highly resembles a conifer sort of tree, but is only 24 inches tall, and more reminiscent of something from Hilda's world.
"I know it's a bit...thin. But you mentioned Claude's birthday isn't until July, so there's still time to try something different." Thanks to her magical prodding, she's much further along than even a miniature tree should be. But she's still limited, and still learning.