Come Alive

As the last tendrils of winter’s chill receded from Auster, Ellara made her way to the God's Garden, her breath fogging lightly in the cool spring air. The earth beneath her paws was soft, with patches of freshly revealed soil interspersed between the lingering remnants of snow. The familiar scent of thawing ground and budding greenery filled her nose, promising the season of renewal.

The garden lay before her, stretching wide with rows of plants that had long been dormant under the frost. Here, nature flourished in organized chaos, a balance Ellara had learned to appreciate in her work. As she padded forward, her latte-pink coat catching the faint morning light, she took in the sight of each plot, some dotted with the first delicate shoots of new growth, while others were still bare, waiting to feel the touch of the season’s warmth.

Pausing by the rows of herbs, she leaned in to examine the soil. It was damp and rich, perfect for supporting new life. The thyme and sage looked surprisingly resilient, their hardy leaves already pushing through, small but vibrant. Further along, she noticed the garlic bulbs she’d planted in autumn, their green tips emerging, a reminder of her steady, ongoing work here. A flicker of pride warmed her chest as she gently brushed away stray leaves and debris, clearing the way for the tender new growth.

The garden was coming alive again, and with it, so too did her heart, even if only in small, gentle beats.