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[familyproblem]

[And she's gone.

There are a few dizzy seconds after the ring vanishes where he's not sure that any of this actually happened. This could be a stress dream. But the longer he sits there, the more it's just...exactly what really happened.

He gets up. He wanders back to his room, and tends to the upset plants properly. He pushes the closet door open and peers in, as if there would be any...trace left behind her, of what kind he can't imagine. But there's not, and he isn't sure where exactly the cat might have left her to wait out the whole day, and the uncertainty chases him back out into the main room and to the entry. The door that doesn't need to be locked behind her, because it was never unlocked, because she left in a ring of flowers (not lilies. something else.)

He could go check the Guide to recall the details of that power. Instead, he goes to the dracaena, feeling suddenly like he should practice his own - that he's behind, that time is racing ahead and he needs to press himself to keep pace with it. He was caught unawares; it doesn't have to happen again. The little tree reaches and spreads, urged onward and onward - with this, someday, he could make a wall out of wood, he could see for miles, he could make up the difference somehow.

And then it falls over onto him.

The crown is too big for the root. It's top-heavy; the pot is too small, the soil too shallow. He can't reverse it without cutting away healthy growth. He needs to repot it (with a pot he doesn't have at the moment), or find a place to plant it (which doesn't exist here, on the cold peninsula of Ryslig).

Instead, for now, he turns it around, props it against the wall, presses his hands to the trunk for a moment in apology, and goes to shut himself in his room for a while.]