"If I were you," Hearrain began saying to Firdevie, "I don't know how I'd put up with this kid. He would've drained me of energy long before this point."

"I think it's cute" she replied. In an overexcited frenzy, I let go of grandma and produced a gargle-like noise aimed at the sky with the facetious intent

of shattering the heavens. I did not expect my seniors to respond with utter silence, but I suppose a meaningless action such as this deserved an appropriate

response. Grandma shrugged.

"I need you two to back up a bit" said the Uche Sichura. Heeding her words, gran took about five steps back. I replicated her movement.

"That's enough." Closed eyes began the summoning of the rift. In the absence of sight, Hearrain began to gesture towards the air by performing a strange set

of hand movements. Certain maneuvers were reminiscent of tasks that belonged to this world, I could swear that she was imitating sewing at some point, but

others were completely foreign to me. Each and every moment before the spell was cast showcased the true capabilities of this woman. She was a true artisan

of magic. What was especially impressive to me was how she had the ability to conjure up all kinds of different sorceries without saying a word. Even the

person whom I respected and cherished most was beholden to certain ritualistic utterances, while the woman robed in white was free of this restriction.

As I was examining this magnificent occurrence, the oncoming dimensional gate finally opened itself up from beyond the sichochtal realm. With a cascading

series of brilliant lights, an object resembling an eye that was tilted sideways appeared above the ground right in front of Hearrain. Lacking the slightest

indication of aversion or fear in her face, she put both of her arms through the entryway whose insides were swirling with all kinds of wonderful colors.

She pulled out one of the chests that she had graciously stored for us. There was no need for a command to get rid of the portal, for its reality quietly

dwindled until it was no longer part of this plane of existence.

"This was the chest that had İlkrang Büyaoi Bilolas, right?" Hearrain asked, serenely. Calling what she had just achieved impressive would be a vast

understatement, yet no hint of arrogance could be found in her words.

"Yes!" I responded. With my verification, she put the chest down. Saozade, with his moderately rotund and merry figure, was approaching us from beyond all of

our fellow immigrants "Anything else?"

"You're way too kind, and exceedingly capable. We haven't any more requests my friend, you're free to attend to your own business."

"Thank you," her response was cut short by her loving, if enthusiastic husband.

"Hayol ménim, teal ménimnen dinathóg. Yíturolsuysata." he said. For the first time since I had met my kin,

I had almost fully understood a sentence of Brórurçe. What he said, fully translated, was this: "My love, come rest with me." I couldn't catch the last part,

but the base word used in it was "tired."

"Mátslainen" responded his wife. I couldn't understand what she said. With crossed arms and in each other's devoted embrace, they walked

back to the entrance of the ravine. Their steps were soft, as in a morning sunrise.

"They've been together for ten years, and they still act like this" Firdevie said to me. "They're sweet" I replied.

"Well, if you say so." I was a bit confused by her response. "They're sweet, can you not see that?" I asked brashly. Gran didn't approve of my impolite

response.

"That's not a very kind thing to say dear." A small pinch of regret stung me. "I'm sorry, that was rude" I said, apologetically. "That wasn't just rude

dear, it was also not considerate." Despite her eagerness to correct my behaviour, she spoke with a calming yet stern voice.

"It is entirely possible that someone else might not take pleasure in things in the same way as you. They might not like the same things as you. That is

entirely dependent on other people's natures, and their experiences." She turned her head towards me compassionately like she had done so many times before.

"I do not view relationships in like you, but that does not make me lesser or wrong. Only different. There is nothing wrong with that." A small smile, like

a shimmering window, spread across her face. "What you take pleasure in is determined by emotions, not logic. Do you understand that, kindheart?"

"Yes, grandma" I responded while nodding.

"Good, my darling. Now let's put this behind us." In the middle of her sentence, she reached for the chest filled with gold. It was had been preserved

perfectly in the sichocht. Firdevie, in no rush whatsoever, opened the chest slowly to reveal its book-ridden innards. İlkrang Büyaoi Bilolas, the book on

top with a fire-tree etched on its cover, was even more inviting than before to me. "In here, this cave, opportunities to improve upon your magical skills

are abundant" gran said. "Normally, dryads are taught more advanced techniques in environments where growth is deliberately accelerated. A magic infested

cavern is not quite the same as a chamber specifically designed for teaching, but it might prove useful nonetheless."

She closed the chest, and ordered the container to do something with a familiar spell. With a fierce yet collected instruction, she said : "Rüzoth, tug

ankü alach." Swiftly, an audibly strong wind pushed up against the chest. All I felt was a breeze as the wooden box floated inside the cave. It placed

itself next to a curious batch of vines. Turning her effervescent smile towards me and pointing at the chest, gran asked: "Shall we?" I, hungry for

knowledge, answered impatiently. "Yes!" We started taking careful steps towards the stone hollow's entrance. Once we were past the waterfall, gran employed

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yet another spell that I recognized from our escape towards the commune. Following her order of "Inse Solnağı" an adorably tiny point filled with snowy

radiance faded into life, and began following us. The previously barely illuminated chamber was now revealed to us fully. We walked in.

To my surprise, filled with lush and sizable vegetation, the interior was quite lively. At first glance, the place didn't seem to be large. Upon closer

inspection however, I spotted a few human-sized archways which lead to truly enormous sections of the cavern. Overrun with thick plant life, these enclosed

spaces looked perfect for cultivating nutritious substances shaped by magic. I assumed that this was where Günnuaç was going to do her work. Another strange

detail about these organic nerves jumped out at me: natural sources of soporific, blue luminescence were spread throughout these rooms. These wonders of

quickened evolution did not spread their photons in the fashion of an unaltered source, however. As their luster wandered to the maw of the cave, they

would slither and dance around corners. Eventually, these enchanting auroras would find abandon their homes and flee from their makers.

I rushed to the box, and opened it readily. There were no negative thoughts in my mind as I took İlkrang Büyaoi Bilolas and hugged it tightly. I heard my

grandmother's delightful laugh. "You missed your books that much, huh?" I replied with a gentle "Hmm hmm", nodding. "What new thing will I learn?" I asked.

"Ahh, I don't quite remember my dryadic spells. We'll look at the book together and decide what to study this time. How does that sound?"

Instead of saying anything, I just put the book down and opened a page at random. I stared at her with a grin on my face.

"Alright then, let's see what we have here..." She crouched right next to me. On the page that I opened was a lengthy Brórurçe text, right next to an

illustration detailing a group of magically transformed plants. In the drawing they had formed weird, oddly recognizable patterns with their bodies. "We

shouldn't try this, dear. It would interfere with Günnuaç's work" she explained. Referring to the table of contents, she opened up another page that

was nearer to the beginning. Fas Bü was on the first page. "You already know this one..." she said. She turned the page. Similar to the last spell but

slightly different, the illustration on this side depicted a nearly identical incantation that cultivated a small bush instead of a tree. "This is an

iteration of Fas Bü. It is Fas Çair Bü. Would you like to try this out, or do you want to do something you haven't seen

yet?"

"Growing a bush is a bit boring" I replied. "Let's move on to the next one."

"As you wish, kindheart." A faint sheen, that I could only briefly catch a glimpse of, on her eyes warmed my soul. She kept flipping pages, most of which

also portrayed variations on Fast Bü. Finally, Firdevie landed on a sorcery which seemed very interesting. Gran read its name out loud : "Yins Adan

Draollacha". "What does that do?" I inquired. "Ooh!" my grandmother excitedly pointed it out. "I remember this one! This was really hard

for me to learn at first, but I remember practicing it with my friends. It allows you to gain total control of a soft-bodied plant for a while: I remember

it being very fun."

"Let's do it!" I got up impatiently.

"It's not the easiest thing to cast, you know" she told me. "It may take a lot of tries. Do you still want to go along with this?" Jumping with

anticipation, I replied: "Yes!"

"Let me remind myself the movements needed for the ritual, kindheart. This won't take long at all." I watched patiently as she read the passage describing

the gestures intently. While quietly mumbling some of the words to herself, she copied the moves written down on the text. Shattering my

expectations, she got up and put the open book aside. Immediately, she faced towards the vine right next to her and began casting the spell. She turned

the palms of her hands towards the green veins, and separated all of her fingers on each hand. As if trying to spread some kind of substance around, she

performed an unfurling motion once. At this point the green particles I was all too used to seeing began to apparate around the unwilling plant. While

finally whispering the phrase "Yins Adan Draollach", she clasped her hands together. The green sprites that had appeared around the vines rushed to engulf

the entire living being. In mere moments, they had served their duty. They didn't stay for long, as they disappeared only a fraction of a second later.

Not breaking her concentration, gran slightly raised her arm. At the same time as this, the snake-like being moved in the exact same direction with the

same speed. As the woman puppeteered the thing, it never disobeyed and always kept up with her pace. Only when she broke her focus was the poor guy did it

go limp.

"Let me explain" she began speaking. "You point the palms of your hands towards the plant to indicate what you're trying to affect." Accompanying this, she

precisely demonstrated what I should be doing as she continued to lecture me.

"Hmm hmm" I responded.

"Stretching out your fingers and spreading your hands allows you to mark the magic behind what you're trying to possess." Again, she was bringing her words

to life by exhibiting the rituals using her hands.

"Understood."

"And finally..." clasping her hands loudly, she communicated what I needed to do perfectly. "Do not take your eyes or your mind away from your

biological marionette, as controlling two bodies at once is more intense on the mind than controlling just one."

"Thank you, grandma" With further appreciation to be expressed in me, I gave her the biggest smile my face could handle. She smiled back and I realized that

no matter how hard I tried, I would never be able to match the immaculate brilliance of her tender expressions.

"Now," she broke the silence utilizing a tone that was ever so slightly louder than her normal speaking voice. "Let's get on to the spell casting, shall

we?"

"Okay..." Readied by confidence, undeterred, I set my sights on the vines before me. Despite me having planned the successful outcome of this attempt, I failed. I had invoked the mantra way too late. A dazzling collective of particles appeared as I used my inner magic muscle to call them, but they did not coat the plant at all.

"Try saying it a bit earlier" Firdevie instructed. "I'll try" was my reply. My ruthless persistence lead me to immediately return to the task at hand for a

second go. Paying very closing attention to every minute element of my performance, I was able to correctly end the ritual. In my state of excessive

focus, however, I was unable to activate my inner sichochtal sense with greater force. The green particles speedily covered the plant, but when I tried to

move my the vine it did not comply.

"Do not forcefully commit yourself to singling out the process, dear" my grandmother said. Even while she was displaying my failures clearly to me, I

couldn't feel a single malevolent thing in her soul. "Thank you" I replied to her a final time. Without the presence of any beliefs of my future success in

mind, I tried once again. This time, it worked. Everything was done properly, and as the viridescent glow flew through the air towards my target I knew that

victory was mine. I moved my arm, and the vine replicated me perfectly. Excitedly, I turned to Firdevie. The walls spoke.

"Daring enough to lambast a druid, are you?"