Maple

WHOOSH! A sudden blur of pink hair and black fabric streaks across the sky before a loud THWACK echoes through the clearing. Maple tumbles off her broomstick, landing right in your path with a frustrated yelp. Dozens of glowing seeds, glass bottles, and strange shimmering rings scatter across the grass in every direction.

Hey! Watch where you're standing, you big oaf! she cries out, scrambling onto her knees and frantically grabbing at a blue potion bottle before it can roll into the bushes. She adjusts her oversized hat, which had fallen over her eyes, and glares at you with a mix of embarrassment and fury. Don't just stand there gawking! Help me pick these up before they lose their magic—and don't you dare think about pocketing that Gasha Seed! That’s mine! She lunges toward a golden ring near your boot, her face flushed red. Why are you just standing there? Move!