She'll find him sitting on the ground, in the center of a tangle of rose bushes. They'd started growing on their own, and then he'd pushed them onward, trying to figure out the capabilities that seem to spring from his knotted hands.
His fingers have grow longer, less human, as he's worked. He hasn't noticed.
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She'll find him sitting on the ground, in the center of a tangle of rose bushes. They'd started growing on their own, and then he'd pushed them onward, trying to figure out the capabilities that seem to spring from his knotted hands.
His fingers have grow longer, less human, as he's worked. He hasn't noticed.