To say Maleficarum's garden had flourished would perhaps be something of an understatement. The rains this season had truly been generous with their nurturing kiss, and it had been precisely warm enough to allow flowers and herbs alike to flourish without withering from undue heat. In some ways, it had perhaps flourished too much - it had become necessary of late to prune many of the blooms to prevent the garden as a whole from being overburdened. Too many flowers clamoring for sunlight, shading out one another and demanding more and more of the soil. A garden could be a beautiful thing left to grow wild, but in the wrong conditions, it might compete itself into nothing more than a withered husk of itself.So in an effort to prevent that from happening, she'd plucked flowers that had seen their lives through, gathering them all in a flat basket to decide what to do with later. And when later had come when she'd finished her task, a thought had occurred to her. She would be unable to make use of all the flowers herself, and flowers often made an excellent gift to others. While she normally dealt in spells and potions, it was not too large a deviation to pluck wildflowers to pad out her stock and then offer the colorful blossoms to those who might make use of them. Whether it be a single flower, or perhaps a bouquet carefully chosen and arranged for its intended recipient.
It had been interesting. Apparently this moon cycle had seen an uptick in those who wished for their fortunes to be divined in the blossoms they chose, and no few had asked of her what their choice might say of their future thus far. An interesting twist to be sure, but one she'd happily played along with thanks to her own knowledge. She could only wonder if her next would-be "customers" would request the same of her.
