It had been almost two days since her herbology class where she had planted the fire seeds. Today, suddenly Ira missed her seedling. So she decided o just check it out in case.

She entered the greenhouse and went a little inside, to the cold and dark place, where her pot was kept. And besides it was Ivy, dutifully blocking out light.

She bent down and gently whispered to her sprouting fire seed, "Hey.. Hi!" It would have been so great if the plants too could communicate with us, right? "My choo chweet baby, you are sprouting very nicely. So that means all the conditions here are suitable for you, right?" she asked.

Then she lightly ran her fingers over the Ivy, stroking it lovingly. "Thank you too.. for protecting my fire seed!"