Herbert's Side Story 6
The sunlight streaming through the windowsill in Luna's tent was the highlight of my morning. I sat there minding my own business and photosynthesizing, letting my roots soak up all the energy. It was a rare moment of peace.
And then Luna burst in, her boots leaving a trail of mud on the ground.
"Herbert," she said, eyes sparking with barely contained glee. "He said yes!"
I perked up. If this was about what I thought it was, then here was my chance at recognition and glory. An opportunity to prove that I wasn't just some decorative shrub.
"The Keeper of Relics," she said, tossing her satchel aside, "finally agreed to give you a mission. An official one."
My stem straightened up, leaves twitching with anticipation. Now, I could show these Order idiots that I could hold my own in their ranks, too.
I imagined getting medals at the end of my mission. Maybe even my own sigil. I wouldn't say no to a gold pot crossed with swords, either.
