After Randa got her vines she realized how much she missed the vineyard and her mother, but now there was nothing she could do about it. Sighing she started to concentrate on the plant and it started to grow little by little. I really don't want this thing to shoot out huge or anything like the vine my so-called father made.
She kept it growing until it had completely taken over her desk. Maybe I should switch my concentration to the grapes? As long as they are attached to the vine it shouldn't be an issue....I hope.
While her desk was nothing but vines at this point Randa started to switch her concentration over to the grapes which grew very very slowly. It was much harder than Randa anticipated. They were about the size of a Lima bean before she stopped all together. She was out of breath, sweaty, and was ready for a nap at this point.