The man that was a tree
Disclaimer: I do not own the Immortals quartet.
Lady Adrienne loved sewing on the bench under the apple tree in the courtyard. It was just her, and the fabric, and getting the stitches exactly right. Even though she could just get a seamstress to do this, she preferred doing it herself. After all, what would she do with her spare time? Go out and fight? Mithros forbid!
This particular afternoon was peaceful, like it always was. The sun was at its brightest in the azure skies, there was a slight breeze blowing, and Lady Adrienne was doing her favourite type of sewing- embroidery. She was just about to start a bird on her fabric when a tremor shook the courtyard briskly and briefly. Her sewing basket had tumbled to the ground, so, carefully placing the fabric and needle on the bench, she leaned over and picked it up, spying a pair of bare feet in the process. Frowning, she sat up again and looked over her shoulder. And blinked in unbelief.
The tree was gone, and in its place stood a male. A confused male. A confused and very naked male. She opened her mouth and screamed, summoning some guards who quickly took the strange male away.
Perhaps this day wasn't so peaceful at all, Lady Adrienne mused, hiding her shock. And she needed to get a gardener to plant a new tree. Anyway, where had that tree gone? She shook her head and stood up, briskly dusting off her skirts and flouncing inside.
Somewhere on the other side of Tortall, there was a tree -an apple tree- where a mage once stood.
AN: This was inspired by Numair's remark when he turned Tristan Staghorn into an apple tree. Reviews are loved!