Adrian Blackwood

The past few days of socialization had been fun, but Adrian was glad to get back to work on creating his grove. There was only one last thing to take care of before he could create a heart tree, and that was getting rid of whatever the weird, magical effect was that littered the topsoil. Yesterday had been spent verifying that that spell wasn't hurting the earth at all and that removing it would not either, and so today, he and Boston were going to get rid of it entirely.

( Witchcraft and yardwork are basically the same thing )

A breeze came from nowhere, cool and refreshing against his sweating skin, redolent with the scent of pine and oak and birch. Adrian smiled at that and snapped his fingers; the sound far louder than it should have been and echoing over the whole of the territory he'd claimed for himself. It was followed by a whumph more felt than heard and the entire contents of the pit burst into flames that burned a brilliant, dazzling white.

"Well done!" Boston called from the porch, away the the fire's heat. "It feels like the bulk of that spell is gone and the rest is fading as the mycelial network chases it below the surface. Let the fire burn itself out, it should all be gone by then."

"Great," Adrian said. "Will do." And then sat down heavily in place and resolved not to move for a good five minutes.

Working magic could take a lot out of a witch.

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