The Grove was still quiet from the morning flurry of settling Fénix. The young fire trees shimmered faintly in the golden light, their leaves vibrating with subtle warmth as if sensing the presence of the birds above. Lira knelt beside the largest sapling, the Book resting open on her lap. Sparks from nearby Fénix flickered softly, illuminating the drawings that pulsed with life.
Suddenly, the Old Spirit Tree's bark rippled, the leaves trembling with gentle resonance. Its voice, deep and melodious, filled the Grove.
"Lira," it said, "you have planted the trees, and the Fénix have begun to claim them. But growth is slow. Nature honors time, but you may assist it. There is a recipe for an elixir—a potion of accelerated growth—that will nurture these seeds and help the Fénix establish their homes more quickly."
Lira's eyes widened, and she straightened immediately. "I… I can do that?" she asked, awe in her voice. "Will it be safe for them? For the Grove?"
