Elle straightened her sunhat and frowned at Charles. "You're welcome," she said dryly, before kneeling back down to continue her own work in her own garden. She dug her fingers into the dirt and closed her eyes. Her annoyed frown was replaced with a tender smile. The roots of the plants sent messages of adoration and well-mannered comfort. Plants didn't communicate like animals or humans. They just [i]felt[/i]. Simple and sweet. Even poisonous plants had their own kindnesses.

Her eyes opened, glowing like sunlight through the canopies of trees. She hummed quietly to herself and the plants in her garden started to shiver. Humming a little louder, the plants began to stretch and trembled. Elle let out a soft song in Russian and the plants in her garden reacted. They became greener, more lush and started to bloom. Flowers burst open and new leaves sprang forth, almost as if they danced to the nymph's voice.

[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iUy_NjFo9Q8&list=PLRX3mfsNNbMcBpoRFKymXNNZ5JaqFihZe&index=19] The song she sings[/url]