Bona came here once again.
The paradise once filled with sludge and rotten wood had undergone an astonishing transformation.
The swamps spewing toxic fumes and the withered, rotting trees had vanished, replaced by gardens full of grass and flowers.
Many tiny fairies flew happily among the trees, playing together. They looked like a cross between Aeldari and humans, possessing Aeldari beauty but human features, with clothing made from a single leaf and butterfly-like wings on their backs.
Bona fell silent for a moment, then probed the area with his psyker power.
I couldn't have come to the wrong place, could I? This should be the Plaguefather's domain.
But the fluctuations of his psyker power caught the garden fairies' attention. They spotted Bona at once and flew over, cheering.
"He's back!"
"Welcome back!"
The sprites rose from the flowers like bees and flew to Bona's side.
Holding hands, they flew in circles around Bona, singing a cheerful song.
"When dewdrops doze on lily of the valley leaves, the old oak's roots quietly tighten round its rings."
"The hyacinth folds its letter into a pansy, saying a homebound boat will knock at the Crescent Moon Gate tonight."
"Ding-a-ling, round we spin."
"Spiderweb strings pluck the strings of stars, while fireflies carry lanterns along the field ridges."
"Dew-filled plates cover the welcoming feast."
Now Bona was absolutely certain he had come to the right place. These things were Nurglings.
But why had they all turned into this bizarre form?
"All right, children, go prepare dinner. Don't bother our friend."
A kindly voice rang out, and the sprites cheered before scattering.
Bona looked over and saw a kindly old farmer approaching, dressed in farm clothes and carrying a watering can. The mere sight of him inspired warmth.
Rotigus the Rainfather smiled and waved to