Rhiann and the apple tree appeared upon the small hillock in a plush green vale. The apple tree stood about the height of three Drelves or thirteen feet and bore red luscious unfamiliar fruits. One hundred and sixty-nine fruits of variable size and shape grew on the tree. Like other plants in Green Vale, the apple tree had green leaves. The tree’s light pink blooms brought to mind the common bluerose plants.
The sorcerer carefully tended the lovely tree. He uttered lyrical phrases and touched the trees exposed roots. The roots sank into the prepared ground. Rhiann carried water from the effervescing spring. The rainbow waters soaked into the soil surrounding the tree’s roots.
“I’m not familiar with the new tree. Where in Sagain did you find it?” the Tree Shepherd asked.
“It’s an apple tree. It’s not from Sagain. It’s from…Virginia,” Rhiann answered evasively.
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