Lira began carefully pulling the glowing seedlings from the rows, one by one, placing them into small protective holders she had prepared. The soil around their roots shimmered faintly as it came into contact with her hands, and each plant gave a soft hum, as if recognizing its caretaker. Fluffy padded along, brushing against her legs, its fur tingling with the subtle energy of the valley.
Once the seedlings were safely in the holders, Serelyth flapped her wings, creating gentle gusts to keep the mist from clinging too heavily to the plants. "Hold on tight," she said, transforming partway into her dragon form. She crouched, allowing Renkai and Thalanir to place the seedlings onto her back and along the sides of her wings, securing them carefully.
