#Razael #HaHW #Storypost

Razael rhythmically tapped his fountain pen – a very expensive gift – on the desk as he stared at the small pink plant that was starting to grow. It looked like nothing more than a tiny rose plant with one single bud on the main stalk, the rest of the canes curling towards the edge of the decorative pot. He paused tapping for a moment and used the capped tip of the pen to gingerly move one of the thin stalks. Slowly, it curled around his pen.