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Isshi could feel the approaching frost in his veins, but then of course he could; ice was a core part of his nature. Even so, this frost was too soon for his liking. And yet he couldn't very well stop it, not without calling entirely too much attention to himself. Huffing, he snapped his fingers to change into proper gardening attire, then stepped down into the yard. A neat box plot of a dozen rose bushes greeted him with their vibrant blooms, one for each year since he had first collared his mate, and then a few more besides for other holidays. Each one was intended as a gift for San, but they both knew Isshi was the one who tended them – even before becoming a vampire, San had not been possessed of a particularly green thumb.
“Don't worry, my little lovelies,” he said as he started weaving a protective spell around them. “I won't let any of those nasty frost demons get at you.”
These plants were all far too young to have any sense of him yet, but that was fine. He would watch over them all the same, nourish and nurture them with all his knowledge until they could tell him for themselves what they needed.