 Which came first, the phoenix or the flame?
Brandon wrote down in his notebook a list of things he knew about tulips. He knew a lot. Scientific name, how to grow them best, when and where they grew best, what you could do with them, what colors they... his writing slowed to a stop. "They're not supposed to be blue unless dyed. The bluest nonmagical tulips are much more purple. They don't have the pigment or conditions to be properly blue." And yet... he was sure that these tulips were the real deal, not dyed or artificial. "Which means that these ones are magical, I guess."
It bugged Brandon how many things magic could do that couldn't be done otherwise. He didn't like that, not that he said so out loud. He just kept adding to his list. |