Secrets of the Berrywood Mowe

Previously

…Elder Willow approached, her eyes twinkling with unshed tears. She placed a gentle hand on Mowe’s shoulder. “I knew you had a special gift, Mowe,” she said, her voice full of warmth. “But I never imagined it would be so magnificent.” Mowe, still a little shaky, looked up at her, a shy smile finally reaching his eyes. The weight of his secret had lifted, replaced by the buoyant lightness of acceptance. He was Mowe, the mowe who could make plants grow. And in Berrywood, that was no longer a secret to fear, but a gift to celebrate. The Great Berry Tree seemed to rustle its leaves in agreement, a gentle sigh of relief that Mowe now understood perfectly.