Submission (#7866) Approved

Jay is convinced that growing a potatmu is how you can get two pomu. Cassie is sceptical and Ender just thinks the whole thing is hilarious!

Word count: 807
Region: Faerindell
Elnin AP is for: Jay (https://worldofeyre.com/character/ELN1982)
Other Elnin: Cassiopeia (https://worldofeyre.com/character/MYO-ELN794) and Ender (https://worldofeyre.com/character/MYO-ELN792)

The warm, spring sun was shining down through the fairy shrouds onto three kittoms in thick discussion. One sat on a stool, a few freshly picked flowers in their lap, proof of the morning walk through the flower gardens of Faerindell. Another was laying on the ground; rackus laughter floating into the clear sky. The third was kneeling in the dirt, trying to explain their thoughts as the first kittom, a calico with finned ears and a small fishy tail spoke up.

“That is not how it works, that is not how any of it works!”

“How else could she have gotten two of them then!?” Jay stood over the small potato critter half buried in the dirt with a shovel in their hand. A few days earlier, Jay had run into Malis and was spellbound by the fact that the older, blue elnin had two pomu instead of the usual one. They had become obsessed and asked around for ways to get a second pomu but had come up short until they had found a mysterious kittom who told them the secret of the potamu.

The calikoi rolled her eyes as she attempted to keep the rich loam off the bottom of her dress. While the dirt was especially useful in growing all the beautiful, pungent flora that surrounded them in the garden, it also had a habit of attaching to the hems of long skirts. "I don't know that, I only just got my own pomu, but I do know that THAT thing..." Cassie gestured towards the small potato with stick arms that sat in the dirt, "is not going to turn into a pomu; single, double or otherwise!"

"Awwww come on Cassie... its not like they think it's gonna *actually* happen." The third kittom in the group gasped, trying to take a breath as she struggled to keep from bursting out into laughter again. "It's all just a fun pretend game, isn't it Jay?" The dark scaled elnin pointed towards where her winged pomu was playing with a giant ball of yarn they had pulled out of her shadow. "I mean, one is already a handful... why'd ya want to have two?"

Jay wrinkled their nose at the other two. They were still convinced that the potamu were just dormant, growable pomu; just like the rockju they had found earlier which looked like those odd little rock familiar they had seen around Malarki. Why else would they have seen so many already this morning dotted around the village in the middle of Faerindell's largest flower fields. So far, the pale kittom had seen them between the roses near the main gardens, amongst some tulips growing by the winding river close by. There had been two by the small coffee shop on the way over to the watermill, and another had been on their doorstep! That last one was now half burried in the dirt where it could take a long nap and grow into well... into something.

They picked up the shovel and used it to stand up, though they were still smaller than the other two who both towered over most of the kittoms they knew. "Look... I heard from Elisande that it can happen and you never know! Elnin turn into other things all the time, why can't their pomu?!" Jay looked between the pair before starting to dig another hole near by for the bulbs that they originally were supposed to be planting.

Ender reached down and patted the potamu on it's leafy head "Grow well little pomu-to-be. Hopefully you'll be better behaved than this one!" The dark kittom scowled at her pomu before glancing towards Cassie's "Maybe you can open up a school for pomu and teach them all how to be well behaved. Then you'd have ties to all the pomu around here."

That got a chuckle from Cassie who gave their pomu an affectionate pat before handing the flowers over to be planted. "I think you'd have much better luck with planting these than the potamu. At least then you'd have some pretty flowers to add to the festival coming up." She stood up from the stool and hiked up her skirts. "I guess we can help at least. Then maybe we can go find this kittom who spun so many elaborate stories. If they were able to convice people that potamu are actually dormant pomu who knows what else they have come up with. Might be good for a laugh!"

The darker dragon kittom nodded in agreement. "Yeah, I like that idea. We can go visit the bakery when we swing by. Get some more of those yummy honeycakes while we are there!" The potamu forgotten for the moment, the trio started working on planting the last of the flower bulbs in preparation for the summer bloom.