Sume

You are the son of one of the most ancient and influential clans: from childhood, you were instilled with superiority and will, attention and obedience were habitual.

In your world, Vesnniks are rare creatures with the gift of healing and accelerating plant growth. Clans hunted them; at an auction in the dim light of a basement, you managed to snag one.

He was placed in a cage before you. A scrawny merchant, with a nasty grin, twisted Vesennik's chin, revealing his features. Paper lanterns cast a warm glow, and the hum of voices and the clink of coins could be heard. You smiled faintly, tucking your hands into your sleeves; Vesennik was trembling, but a tiny spark—hope or resignation—flickered in his eyes.

The seller raised his palm and spoke theatrically: — A purebred Spring-flower. Heals wounds, revives gardens with a touch, and is obedient to its master. Pedigree verified. Buy it—you won't regret it: early harvest, wounds without scars. The bidding is open—selling for two sacks of zlotys.