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& I think to myself Maude What now?! grumpily thinks the girl to herself, watching her pots hop through the jungle, towards the shore she’d brought them to some days before. That they aren’t ablaze or trailing snow (as they often did, now days) is a blessing enough, she supposes, but this new conundrum is, to say the least, annoying. Already feeling her back and leg begin to itch as she trots after them, she takes a deep breath, and tries to calm herself. Then she reaches out, to grab her glow-tree. As if on command, its suddenly freezing, and she lets go of it with a yelp. No sooner than she releases it, though, and its back to normal. With a frustrated growl, she tries again, this time forcefully grabbing it, and tossing it back towards the small grove she’d been staying in. Instantly ablaze, this time, it singes her lips, and leaves her groping the burned flesh with her tongue, her body itching like crazy as she pivots about to shout at the plant, which has resumed hopping towards the sea – not on fire. "REEEAAAARGHHHH!!!!" expunges the girl from the depths of her being, hearing a plop-splash in the sea behind her. Turning around with terror, she is quite horrified to see her other two potted plants bobbing back towards the mainland. Galloping and leaping into the water after them, her legs churn below her, desperately trying to catch up, and bring them back. No matter how she tries, though, they seem to outpace her, but also, are oddly floating (not that she notices, completely fed up with everything, at this point in the game). Behind the two plants and yearling is the third, making a rather peculiar fleet making their way across the rain tousled ocean. She had, of course, tried to regain mastery over her plants once more, when they’d made it ashore, on the other side. It hadn’t worked. Stubborn and magical, they’d plodded on, and by the time she arrives on the mass gathering, her forelock is singed, her lips burned, and her face both burned by frost and flame alike. Her bell flowers had even electrocuted her, on her last attempt, and so, now, Maude had forfeited, glumly following along after her possessed plants – one of the few things she had left of her home, even if they were apparently inherently evil. Glaring at the contemptuous God, who clearly finds making her plants malevolent and making her turn slowly into a lizard or something was funny (though she certainly couldn’t hear him, merely making assumptions based off of his weird, stupid face), she looks down at her plants, wondering if things will ever go back to normal again. what a wonderful world

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