I am so easily distracted - anyway this was bouncing about in my head demanding I deal with it... It is based purely on my HC that Isabela's Gift works better when she sings or hums to the plants she's growing. She just didn't do it when she was younger because the 'songs' did not sound perfect to her Abuela so were discouraged.
On the upside when any of the Madrigals work in tandem the effects they can achieve are always multiplied by the number of family member involved. Chaos in the making for sure.
If you want to know why Mirabel is so interested in saving this particular piece of flora - you'll have to read my other fic Doors - cause it would just take too long to explain lol
A Special Place
Mirabel woke a little before dawn and quickly pulled out her robe. She picked up the small guitar and put the strap over her shoulder. She noted Abuela's door was closed, so Mirabel slipped out into the hallway. She stopped first at Luisa's door and gently tapped. The door opened and Luisa stepped lightly into the hallway carrying a small drum. Isa slipped out her door and the three sisters made their way to the tower.
Mirabel looked at the darkness at the end of the path but wasn't afraid. This was something she'd planned to do for a while and since her sisters were home for only a few weeks for the Easter holidays, she wanted to do this tonight. The sisters came to the base of the enormous oak that dominated the clearing the path led to. Their mother had told them this was a special place that she and her siblings used to come to, to get away from the town. It had been a good place for their Tia to learn to control certain aspects of her Gift.
Mirabel looked at all the scorch marks and breaks in the trunk and felt concern as the three arranged themselves in a small circle with their knees touching. Mirabel played an opening chord and Luisa gently tapped the drum to keep time with Mirabel's playing. Isabela took in a deep breath and began to hum.
Mirabel had seen and felt what her sister could do with her Gift. She talked to Isabela first to see if she thought it would even be possible. She knew if her sister spoke to this tree, it could get stronger. It seemed to be in decline the past few years when Mirabel had brought her here and asked if there was anything she might be able to do for it. Isa told her she'd need to think on it. There had been talk in the town about cutting it down. Its leaves were riddled with holes and looked to be wilting around the edges. Bark was slipping and Mirabel was worried it would succumb to its great age. It was surely here long before the Encanto came into being.
Isabela continued to hum her song that wasn't a song, there were no words to it, but it resonated, and the tree's branches began to sway in time with her. She put a hand on both sisters' knees and at the same time she pushed her whole voice into it. Luisa was humming along, somehow managing to keep in harmony with sister adding to the strength of the melody. The wind picked up and Mirabel willed apart of herself into that song and the three sisters glowed with the magic that had been a part of their lives from the beginning of their days.
An iridescent bubble of magic formed around them, and the sisters stood and walked joyfully around the tree. With Isabela guiding them they touched the tree's bark as she let her gift flow into it. Old scars healed; new leaves unfurled and when Isabela thought she'd done enough, her song retreated to a hum. They returned to their original place and Isabela went silent.
It was still dark, so the sisters returned to their home and remained together until morning. Their mother appeared first thing with cups of tea for them and remarked that the great oak looked especially beautiful this morning. Mira passed each of her sisters a cup and they drank the tea. Isabela hid her pleased expression in her cup. Luisa smiled and Mirabel giggled when their mother left them.