Born as a Witch Chapter 420: Small fluffy creatures

Just as Lira and Renkai began to relax into the quiet of the night, a soft pitter-patter on the wooden floor startled them awake.

From the shadows, a tiny, round creature erged—about the size of a rabbit, covered in thick, soft fur that seed to shimr faintly in the dim light. Its large, golden eyes blinked innocently, and two little ears twitched like leaves in a gentle breeze. Short, stubby legs bounced as it hopped forward, and a small, fluffy tail twitched with curiosity.

Lira blinked. "Oh... it’s... it’s cute!" she whispered, though her heart was still racing.

Renkai tensed, hand instinctively reaching for the small dagger at his belt, but even he couldn’t hide the soft smile tugging at his lips. "It’s... fluffy," he said cautiously. "But why is it in here?"

The creature hopped up to the edge of the bed where Lira sat, sniffing at the blankets. It let out a tiny, chirping squeak, almost like a soft giggle, then rolled over onto its back, kicking its little paws in the air. It clearly ant no harm—only curiosity.

Lira laughed softly, reaching out a finger. The tiny creature sniffed it carefully, then nuzzled her hand, its fur soft as cloud, warm against her skin. "You’re... harmless," she said, still giggling. "Just... a little wanderer from the forest."

Renkai crouched beside her, watching it. "It’s still part of this forest, though. Even cute things can be tricky if provoked."

The fluffy creature seed to sense their calm, hopping lightly onto Lira’s lap. It curled up into a small ball, its little golden eyes closing, trusting them instantly. Its soft, gentle breathing filled the quiet room.

Lira carefully scooped it up and placed it on a pillow nearby. "I’m going to draw this one later," she whispered. "Even the cute creatures here are... fascinating."

Outside, the Forest of Shadows lood silently, but inside the hut, the little ball of fluff was a comforting presence. Lira and Renkai could finally relax—at least for a mont—watching the tiny creature curl its tail and fall asleep.

Lira sat on the edge of the bed, eyes on the little ball of fluff curled up on the pillow. Its tiny, golden eyes twitched in sleep, and its soft fur glimred faintly in the dim light of the hut.

"They’re... remarkable," she whispered to Renkai, who sat beside her. "Fluffy, magical energy in their bodies... and likely very rare. If I can catch a few without harming them, they could thrive in my grove."

Renkai raised an eyebrow. "Catch? You an... relocate them?"

"Yes," Lira replied, careful not to raise her voice. "Not harm. Not trap. Just... persuade them to co with . If they live in the grove, they’ll be protected, and their magic will flourish. But I need to be subtle. Sudden movents... loud sounds... they’ll scatter, and then we might never see them again."

She reached into her satchel and pulled out a tiny, shallow dish. From another compartnt, she took a pinch of a sweet, glowing powder—a mild calming herb she had carried for just this kind of observation. The powder shimred faintly, its aroma soft and inviting.

Gently, she sprinkled a small amount near the sleeping creature. The ball of fluff stirred, blinking sleepily, and sniffed the air curiously. Lira stayed still, holding her breath.

"See?" she whispered to Renkai. "Curiosity is stronger than fear when handled with care."

The little creature padded forward cautiously, sniffing the powder. Its tiny paws made almost no sound on the old wood. Lira smiled, keeping her hands relaxed, letting it co closer on its own terms.

"Once they trust you," she continued softly, "they’ll follow without force. And I can carry a few back safely. They’re small, gentle... and good for the grove’s energy balance."

Renkai reached over and brushed a strand of hair from her face. "Just... don’t overdo it. One or two at a ti. You know the forest doesn’t take kindly to disruption."

"I know," Lira said. "We’ll be respectful. And if the forest objects, I’ll know imdiately."

For the rest of the evening, Lira observed, gently encouraging the fluffy creature toward a small, portable cage lined with soft moss and warmth, letting it explore the space at its own pace. Its golden eyes sparkled with curiosity and intelligence as it tested the edges, and with soft, quiet coaxing, she imagined being able to gather a small group for her grove—protected, nurtured, and thriving.

Outside, the shadows of the forest pressed softly against the walls of the hut, and the Forest of Shadows seed to watch, patient, as if judging the care and respect Lira brought with her plans.

Inside, the little ball of fluff chirped softly, a delicate sound like a bell, settling near Lira’s hands—its first tentative step toward becoming part of her grove.

As night deepened, the hut quiet except for the soft breathing of the rose horses outside, Lira worked slowly. She kept her movents gentle, letting the little creatures approach the moss-lined dish she had set near the edge of the bed. The glowing powder’s faint scent drew their curiosity, and one by one, tiny paws padded closer, sniffing, sniffing again, and finally settling near her hands.

She smiled softly. "Careful... one at a ti," she whispered. "No sudden moves."

The first creature, a tiny puff with golden eyes and ears twitching nervously, allowed her to cup it in her hands. Its body was soft and warm, its fur like velvet, and it made a quiet, trusting chirp. Lira whispered to it soothingly, letting her elental awareness reach out gently—just enough to reassure it that it was safe.

Then, she carefully placed it into her spatial bag, a safe, warded compartnt she had prepared specifically for delicate or magical creatures. The mont it crossed the threshold, the creature relaxed, curling into a small, comfortable ball. Its chirps softened, and Lira felt the warmth settle into the bag’s protective space.

Next ca a second, a slightly larger puff with stripes of faint silver mixed into its golden fur. It hesitated for a mont, eyes darting toward the shadows, then a soft chirp of curiosity overca its fear. Lira mirrored her careful movents, keeping her hands steady and voice low. She let it climb into her palms voluntarily, allowing it to feel in control, then gently slid it into the bag beside the first.

Renkai watched quietly, impressed. "You’re good at this," he murmured. "They trust you."

"They will be fine," Lira said, smiling down at the bag. "The spatial compartnt is warm, warded, and spacious enough. They’ll rest safely until we reach the grove—or wherever I can release them for proper care."

She worked slowly and thodically, capturing a few more of the curious little creatures. Each one chirped softly, settling imdiately in the secure bag, their trust and comfort preserved.

When she finished, she patted the bag gently, feeling the faint vibrations of their soft breathing and warmth. "That’s enough for tonight," she whispered. "We’ll leave them here until morning, and then... perhaps a few more, if we are careful."

Renkai smiled. "Your grove is going to be quite the sanctuary."

Lira’s eyes softened as she nodded. "Yes. And if we respect them... they’ll thrive. Small things like this—they matter. More than anyone realizes."

Outside, the Forest of Shadows pressed close, but inside the hut, the little puffs of fur rested quietly in Lira’s space bag, safe and warm, a small, magical reward for careful observation and patience.

The next morning, as sunlight filtered weakly through the cracked window of the hut, Rose was checking over the chariot and supplies when her eyes fell on Lira’s satchel resting beside the bed.

"That bag..." Rose said slowly, curiosity bright in her gaze. She stepped closer, lifting it gently. "How is it possible? It... seems bigger inside than it is outside. Holds so much... it’s almost... magical."

Lira glanced up from where she was arranging herbs and plants. She offered a small, neutral smile. "I bought it from soone... strange," she said simply.

Rose tilted her head, eyes narrowing in thought. "Strange, huh?"

Lira nodded, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yes. It’s been useful, that’s all."

Rose studied her for a heartbeat longer, clearly tempted to ask more, but then she shook her head lightly. "Well... that is really a nice item. If I ever find sothing like that, I’ll be buying it, no question."

Lira smiled faintly, leaving it at that. She didn’t reveal more—there was no need. The bag’s workings were private, and its safety was sothing even Rose didn’t need to know.

Rose handed the bag back, still clearly impressed. "Seriously, I’ve never seen anything like it. Whoever made that... clever."

"Clever indeed," Lira agreed softly, her eyes flicking to the pouch inside, where the tiny fluffy creatures rested safely. She let the bag sit closed for now, its wards keeping everything contained, and turned her attention back to the preparations for the day.

Rose gave a small nod, satisfied, and went back to the chariot. She didn’t press further, but the faint curiosity lingered in her eyes as she adjusted the reins and surveyed the road ahead.

For Lira, it was enough that the bag kept her tiny magical passengers safe. No one needed to understand its secrets, and that was how she preferred it.