Back at the academy, Sigrid was still teaching her class. And she was about to introduce something that she was sure would blow the students.
She put her hands on top of the warm cauldron on the table and smiled at the class. "Show of hands here, who has ever seen a talking flower or herb?"
Three hands in the classroom went up. That alone caused some gasps and brought delight to Sigrid's face. She just knew that ninety nine percent of them were unaware of such special things.
"Flora, tell us what you saw and what it said." Sigrid chose an adult female mage.
Flora was fifty six years old, one of the women with magic that been living in hiding all her life. The Lord mage had found her in the two of Willowbrook where she was living in hiding, working as a cook at an inn.
