Make it stretch

Spriggan had certainly felt the chill of the season, her tiny form didn't do near as well in insulating her form. Her moss held no warmth either, and likely her own body heat was the reason it survived so well upon her. She tended to it every day, braving the weather to make sure it got enough sunlight to thrive. In her efforts she was adding to the collection, ferns, grasses, little pink flowers, were all thriving on her garden. Just as much as the mushrooms that bloomed from her flesh. She knew that she was an oddity, there were so many stares whenever she was met by new eyes, but the loving looks of her family reassured her. Yes, she was strange and different, but that was what made her so special.

The girl took a particular liking to her aunt Gwynevere, the woman was as big of a fan of plants as herself and was the main caretaker of the Hallowed gardens. She was also one who was most curious about Spriggan herself. There were wolves with strange growths and mutations, but very few who were born with mushroom buttons like Sprig. From before she could remember Gwyn had taken interest in her mushrooms and the garden she was cultivating on her back.

She found herself making her way to the infirmary now, maybe looking for some advice. She was tired of being cold whenever she needed to expose herself to sunlight, and she wondered if her aunt had any insight into what else she could do. Maybe her best idea was to just start living in the greenhouse. Whatever Gwyn said would be better than laying in the cold and wind of the castle towers.

”Hi, aunty Gwyn.” she greeted her brightly, a little smile on her tiny features. ”Kind of both, but I don't mean to bother you.” She went on cautiously as her blue and lavender eyes spied the work that Gwyn was doing in her little bowl.

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