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You crouch down in the grass and slowly lower your hands to the soil. You feel it then: the faint but unmistakable hum of magical energy. It's not as strong as it would be in the forest, of course, but you know that as long as this patch of earth is growing, it's also collecting magic, drop by drop, like a leaf collecting rain.
Suddenly inspired, you pick the leaves off a nearby dandelion, careful not to break the stem. You hold them to your nose, breathing in the clean scent. You fold them, squeeze them tight between your hands, then unfurl your fingers to reveal empty, tingling palms.
You feel refreshed, as if you have just begun a bond with your new environment that you're going to do your best to nurture.
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