Under a parasol, Hex lounged on the steps leading down into the garden proper. His finger idly caressed the young potted plant beside him while he ponders the inner workings of the grow spell. His instructors saed that the spell speeds up tissue growth, thus whatever was growing would be defined by what the spell was cast on. An orange tree would not grow apples, a human would not grow scales. But he also wondered if perhaps the spell was bound to biology's limits. Would it be possible to grow something larger than nature intended? Probably not.

Sighing, he looked at the falling rain from the relative safety of his parasol. The rain depressed him, it was much less delicate and pristine than the snow that fell in his home country. And it got everywhere. Despite the rain coat he wore, he was wet everywhere, if not soaked to the bone.

Momentarily, Hex pulled his hand away from the small poppy sprout beside him and positions himself over the plant. Here in the East Garden, nature was wild, alive. It was so far removed from the regimented West Garden, it was hard to believe they belonged to the same academy. Here in the East, the air was thick with life, but in the west, he could barely stand all the magic that suffused the air.

Closing his eyes and focusing on the plant, Hex maneuvered his hands to either side of the pot. With one last breath, he began to intone the monite for the Grow spell. He didn't want it to grow much, just enough so that the first hints of a flower bud would appear at the end of the sprout. Respectfully, he asked the mona to do just a little, it wouldn't take much make the tiny poppy grow.