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A garden wasn’t a forest, and a flowerbed wasn’t a field. Rotten buds produced no seeds, and there were no bees to move pollen around. Thus, I planted every flower in this garden one by one.
The Primordial Staff sat on the hill, sucking on her staff like a lollipop. “The base is all finished now. If this were a house, you’ve cleared the land, built the frame, and plastered the walls and ceilings. As a bonus, you’ve finished installing the built-in furniture, lights, and air conditioning.”
“Do mages use air conditioning?”
“Why do you think magic exists and all mages are so ill-tempered? It’s because they don’t have air conditioning.”
“I feel like there would be a Constellation whose domain lies in air conditioning.”
“Do you want me to introduce them to you?”
I couldn't tell whether she was serious or messing with me. That was a truly mage-like trait about her.
“So, when are you doing the housewarming?” she asked me.
“Housewarming?”
“Yes. Or do you want to call it a revival meeting? Which version do you prefer?”
The mage was acting like a mage once again. As someone who had only learned aura, swordplay, and martial arts, I could only stare at her, my eyes demanding an answer.
The Primordial Staff sighed and took the staff out of her mouth. “Constellations that reach this stage are usually torn between two...
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