 Teapot Occamy| gryphons&giraffes&goats,OH MY | chaser of the truth | flutiful❧
So only some willow trees had magical properties. Interesting. Sounded like the sort of thing mum would rave about. That was exactly what mum did, looking for varieties of mundane plants that had magical properties and crossbreeding plants to create new plant species with magical properties.
Oh, so the tree was affected by sadness! Who would have thought that you could make a tree cry by making it sad just like people cried. The answer that sadness would make a tree cry seemed so obvious now yet surprisingly simple. Honestly, she had sort of expected something related to the health condition of the tree. Most plants she knew of didn’t cry. There were her crossbreed daisies, of course. They cried and whined when they wanted water or attention. That was a completely different plant though. ”What makes a tree sad? Or do they just feel sadness from people around them?” Could trees feel sadness? Isa believed so, but she had never thought that plants could feel sadness in the same way that she did. Plants didn’t have the same emotional range or cognitive abilities. They got sad about not having enough water or not getting enough sunlight or not having the right nutrients in the soil or not getting proper care and attention. Plants didn’t have to worry about stupid boy problems or Saffron Stemp. Being a plant seemed like it would be so much easier sometimes.
Desserta Hightop sounded like an interesting herbologist to study. ”What are the magical properties of the tears?” Maybe Professor Myers knew more about Hightop’s work, and she would look into that later. Now was a time for making trees sad and cry, apparently. ”Where are the tears produced in the tree? Is it in the bark of the branches?” Trees didn’t have tear ducts, so how did they cry? Surely the tree must produce the tears somewhere in the bark or under the bark for the tears to be able to drip out the branches. ”Are the tears made from the same substances as human tears, or are they something else?” Maybe they were a special tree substance that nothing else could produce?
Yes, Isa had heard of the cheering charm before. She wasn’t familiar with actually casting the charm, but she knew what it was. They were going to collect magical tree tears now! THIS WAS SO EXCITING! First, Isa practiced the incantation. ”My-Ro-Ro. My-Ro-Ro. Maeroro.” Proper elocution was especially important when casting spells. Wouldn’t want to mess up the incantation and have something go horribly wrong. Chances were if she didn’t do everything right the spell just wouldn’t work, but Isa had heard stories of terrible accidents and spells gone wrong due to botched incantations. Best to stay on the safe side. A few times Isa practiced the frowny face wand movement.
Ready to try the spell on the tree, Isa grabbed one of the vials and uncorked it. She held the vial close to the tree, ready to catch tears if and when they came. ”Maeroro.” Isa cast the spell at the branch. Nothing. ”Maeroro.” Still nothing. It didn’t help that she just didn’t have the intent to bring sadness behind the spell. Isa just wanted everyone to be happy in life, so she wasn’t inclined to bring about sadness in others. Making a tree sad was extremely difficult when you didn’t really want it to be sad. The tree would probably be much better off happy. However, the sadness charm was totally working on Isa. Already she was getting upset about totally illogical things, like why they had to make the tree sad. It made her sad to think of sad things. One more time, Isa tried the sadness charm on the tree. ”Maeroro.” Oh, hey, was that a tear? Maybe the sadness charm worked better when she was thinking about sad things. Like, maybe positive thoughts canceled out the sadness energy of the charm or something? Whatever it was, the charm was working better for her now. It helped her to think of this as simply collecting the tears instead of trying to make the tree sad. Trying to make a tree sad was just depressing. ”Maeroro. Maeroro. Maeroro.” Isa held the vial in a position where the trees could drip into the vial. She wasn’t sure if it was enough to fill the vial 3/4 of the way yet, but it was better than nothing. This was progress.
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