Evan stared at his garden, aghast. The puppy-person stole his potatoes. After he'd left them a nice meal and everything! He huffed, crossing his arms and glaring at his ruined root vegetables. He dug through the loam with his fingers, seeing if there were any left behind. No such luck, and most of his turnips were ruined as well.
He stood, strode into his house, and came back with a small hatchet with an odd reddish head. Evan strode around his herbs and vegetables, muttering in a language long dormant and striking a rock against the head of his axe at key points. After he'd made three circuits of the garden, he gave a sharp nod and put the rock in his pocket.
That would stop anyone from taking any vegetation without his consent. It was a variant on the ward around his house, but where that barrier was glass, this one was sparks.
Not bad enough to hurt the little thief, of course. It was the same hex he used in the spring to keep the crows out of his strawberries. But they would get a nasty shock the next time they tried that game. As an afterthought, Evan ran a finger over the stone in his pocket, concentrating on the house-hex. They'd tried to get into the house as well.
Evan contemplated what to do about his little thief as he tried to repair the new damage to his plants, filling in the holes where his potatoes had been and digging up the destroyed turnips for replanting. "This is how I live, you know!" he complained to the forest. "If I don't get enough from this garden I'll die. And then who will leave you nice fish fillets out of the goodness of their hearts?"
He stood, strode into his house, and came back with a small hatchet with an odd reddish head. Evan strode around his herbs and vegetables, muttering in a language long dormant and striking a rock against the head of his axe at key points. After he'd made three circuits of the garden, he gave a sharp nod and put the rock in his pocket.
That would stop anyone from taking any vegetation without his consent. It was a variant on the ward around his house, but where that barrier was glass, this one was sparks.
Not bad enough to hurt the little thief, of course. It was the same hex he used in the spring to keep the crows out of his strawberries. But they would get a nasty shock the next time they tried that game. As an afterthought, Evan ran a finger over the stone in his pocket, concentrating on the house-hex. They'd tried to get into the house as well.
Evan contemplated what to do about his little thief as he tried to repair the new damage to his plants, filling in the holes where his potatoes had been and digging up the destroyed turnips for replanting. "This is how I live, you know!" he complained to the forest. "If I don't get enough from this garden I'll die. And then who will leave you nice fish fillets out of the goodness of their hearts?"
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