“Jennnnnnnnnnaaaaa,” sang Kelsie. She pranced around the entrance to Jenna’s sapling, practicing the dance steps from the video on the phone in her hand. “I’ve got the – ooof.”
A worried face filled her vision, the wood shifting smoothly. “Are you all right, dear?”
Kelsie rubbed her spiky green mohawk from where she lay on the soft green lawn. “I’m fine. Sorry, Mrs. Maple. Guess I should have been paying more attention.”
“The grove should have enough room, dear. Jenna’s already there. With the same video, I believe.”
She leapt to her feet and spun her way into the middle of the grove, where a slender dryad was already stretching. “Hey, I’ve got the – whoa! You dyed your hair!”
Jenna shook her leaves. “No need for artificial dye! It happens every year in autumn. From green to purple. Cool, huh?
“Neat…” Kelsie reached a hand toward the multicolored hues and let her hand hover an inch away. “Gorgeous, really. It looks dry, though?”
“Right, well, totally normal. I keep forgetting you just moved here.” Jenna offered her a cookie from the pack next to her phone. “It’s like you’ve been here forever already.”
“I don’t miss the coniferous grove since meeting you,” Kelsie confessed. “Not much, anyway. But I just have spikes, you know? All green. If it goes orange, something’s wrong.”
“Oh! Um, well, don’t freak out, but I’m gonna bald in about a month…”
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