"I agree, you know. In our world, we call our god 'The Maker'. I don't quite believe that it's right that they're messing with His forces like that. I want to say it's a new form of magic that we just haven't thought of yet, but Tabris likes to tell me that I'm overthinking a lot of this stuff."

He arches a brow, leaning back against the couch, draping his arms on the head of it. "Was there anything else in the garden? Or was it all singing flowers?"