Indeed, Alastor had been about to do something, but Lotte found herself just as interested in watching Alastor perform magic as she was in the potential of something other than a boiled potato. The way his hands moved, and the way he simply willed things in and out of existence. Lotte felt something shift the earth deep, deep below them, and she felt, too, the way the sand simply ceased to exist. Unlike the barrier that shielded the town from storms, which simply dispersed the energy and force of the sand, Alastor simply rid himself of it entirely.
Her eyes were so fixed on the curl of his fingers and the flip of direction of his palms, the flick of his wrists that it took her a moment to realize something had been pull up with the motion. Her head snapped back to the garden where thick, black, wet soil was bubbling up from the ground, followed soon by sprouts and branches that peeked forth from the dirt. The grass around them, too, began to color and Lotte turned in place, watching the world come back into color around her.
There were likely more than a few witches and wizards in the world that would have been envious, taken offense, that Alastor had this power and they did not. But what did it matter who wielded the power, really? Alastor's hand had done it, but Lotte had brought him here no differently than he pulled these vines up. Together, now, the first living thing that had graced this land was blooming before their eyes. Lotte felt no envy or jealousy, only the thrill and satisfaction of creation.
She looked up at him, eyes brimming with life and possibility and all the things she couldn't help but feel whenever she looked at Alastor, before taking a step forward and sinking down onto her knees in order to lean in and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh soil and the savory tang of the tomato leaves. Her herbs and spices were all long dried, meant for spells... but this was life, pure and simple and real beyond any shadow of a doubt.
The tomatoes continued to swell, bending the branches of their vines as they matured until they were ripe and red. Lotte gripped one and picked it, the long forgotten snap of freshness ringing through the air, and it made her laugh. She wasn't even sure why, really, but it didn't delay the first bite or the flood of ripe juice that spilled into her mouth and down her chin. The rolled sleeve of her dress was gladly sacrificed to wipe her chin clean, before Lotte rolled back onto her heels and tipped her head up as she swallowed, savoring even the tiniest sensation that came from eating something fresh and healthy and good. There wasn't a honey cake in the world so satisfying as that first bite of tomato.
Lotte hummed, holding the tomato in her palm as she considered it. "They never tell you whether or not Eve regretted eating the forbidden fruit." Her fingers pressed into the flesh of the tomato, watching it drip down her wrist. "Probably cause they don't want anyone to know that she didn't."
A grin crept across her mouth and she stood up, taking another bite before turning to him.
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Indeed, Alastor had been about to do something, but Lotte found herself just as interested in watching Alastor perform magic as she was in the potential of something other than a boiled potato. The way his hands moved, and the way he simply willed things in and out of existence. Lotte felt something shift the earth deep, deep below them, and she felt, too, the way the sand simply ceased to exist. Unlike the barrier that shielded the town from storms, which simply dispersed the energy and force of the sand, Alastor simply rid himself of it entirely.
Her eyes were so fixed on the curl of his fingers and the flip of direction of his palms, the flick of his wrists that it took her a moment to realize something had been pull up with the motion. Her head snapped back to the garden where thick, black, wet soil was bubbling up from the ground, followed soon by sprouts and branches that peeked forth from the dirt. The grass around them, too, began to color and Lotte turned in place, watching the world come back into color around her.
There were likely more than a few witches and wizards in the world that would have been envious, taken offense, that Alastor had this power and they did not. But what did it matter who wielded the power, really? Alastor's hand had done it, but Lotte had brought him here no differently than he pulled these vines up. Together, now, the first living thing that had graced this land was blooming before their eyes. Lotte felt no envy or jealousy, only the thrill and satisfaction of creation.
She looked up at him, eyes brimming with life and possibility and all the things she couldn't help but feel whenever she looked at Alastor, before taking a step forward and sinking down onto her knees in order to lean in and take a deep breath, inhaling the scent of fresh soil and the savory tang of the tomato leaves. Her herbs and spices were all long dried, meant for spells... but this was life, pure and simple and real beyond any shadow of a doubt.
The tomatoes continued to swell, bending the branches of their vines as they matured until they were ripe and red. Lotte gripped one and picked it, the long forgotten snap of freshness ringing through the air, and it made her laugh. She wasn't even sure why, really, but it didn't delay the first bite or the flood of ripe juice that spilled into her mouth and down her chin. The rolled sleeve of her dress was gladly sacrificed to wipe her chin clean, before Lotte rolled back onto her heels and tipped her head up as she swallowed, savoring even the tiniest sensation that came from eating something fresh and healthy and good. There wasn't a honey cake in the world so satisfying as that first bite of tomato.
Lotte hummed, holding the tomato in her palm as she considered it. "They never tell you whether or not Eve regretted eating the forbidden fruit." Her fingers pressed into the flesh of the tomato, watching it drip down her wrist. "Probably cause they don't want anyone to know that she didn't."
A grin crept across her mouth and she stood up, taking another bite before turning to him.
"Can we make strawberries too?"