Gusty came for clarity. Willow provided none.
Gusty approaches, eyeing the strange bubble over Willow’s cauldron. “Is it supposed to do that?”
Willow, not taking her eyes from the bubble, replies with a confident, “Probably.” A pause. “Don’t pop it.”
Gusty snorts. “I wasn’t.”
Willow sighs, still locked on the bubble full of plant matter. “You were thinking about it. The leaves told me.”
u/wondersaurs — 13 days ago