Hedge Wizard

“‘S odd, what you do,” Cerdic said, leaning on his hoe.

Dael knelt beside a stubborn sapling, hands cupped around it. “If I’ve a gift, I should use it well. So I use it to feed us.”

“Don’t use it too well, else the other families’ll snatch you to feed them.” Cerdic smiled gently; he had the same easy, comforting smile as Da.

Dael grinned. “No one’ll take me from our family.” He sent one last little nudge of energy into the sapling and then rose up. “That should do it.”

“Hedge wizard,” Cerdic said, and Dael chased him home.