Spells·Nature
School of Magic
The Green Insistence - Bramble, bloom, and the tongue of beasts.
The ground grows teeth. Watch your step.
The path is always there. You just couldn't see it before.
Petals open. Pain closes.
You don't learn their language. You remember it.
The swing doesn't stop at one.
The vine reaches. The vine pulls. You didn't ask permission.
Every step blooms. Every bloom hides.
The vine finds the vein. It doesn't let go.
Your skin remembers what it was before flesh. Bark. Stone. Something older.
The gap was a problem. Now it's a garden path.
The air was still. You changed its mind.
The roots gossip. The leaves remember. You just have to ask.
The earth reaches up. It has you now.
The sea was never closed to you. You just forgot how to ask.
The river doesn't mind. Step lightly.
The sky picks a side. Yours.
You shed the shape you were given. Something truer fits.
The land dresses you for war. It knows what's coming.
Stand here. Breathe. The green does the rest.
The ground closes its fist.
The land speaks. Not in words. In everything else.
The pulse goes out. Everything it touches exhales.
Breathe deep. Or don't. It doesn't matter.
The land has a long memory. You just reminded it.
Five souls. Five shapes. One pack.
The body forgets the wound. Slowly, but completely.
The land rises to guard its own.
Four voices. One conductor.
The wild answers in numbers.
The first drop is a warning. The rest is inevitable.
It doesn't stop. You just learn to live with it.
The land prays. Something answers.
The storm isn't around you. It is you.
The ground stands up. It has an opinion about who's welcome.
The world shrugs. Then it shrugs again.
It grows. It doesn't stop growing.
Lightning finds the shortest path. Then the next one.
Time is a river. You opened the floodgates on their body alone.
You didn't summon the storm. You became its center.
The rain doesn't fall to punish. This time, it falls to forgive.
Growth and rot are the same thing. It depends which end you're watching from.
The land has been patient. It is done being patient.
You give everything you have. They come back from the edge.
The body was fighting the poison. The poison won.
Time slows. The wounds wait. The body remembers how to breathe.
You give them everything. Everything. And for a day, you are nothing but breath and will.