City spirits tend not to be beautiful or elegant things. They are scrubby and coarse, the remnants of nature that forces itself through the cobbles or into the shadowy nooks. The shambling spirit here likes to wander the forgotten places, pulling hardy plants from the cracks in the streets or reviving the wildflowers that have wilted in the dry heat.
Naturally that makes the spirit a little unpopular with locals. Most of the plants it sows are regarded as pests or weeds, but spirits do not really understand such a concept. What makes a weed a weed, but its cousin a desirable border plant? When does a plant fall from charming to nuisance?
While some complain, others have come to welcome the bright flowers and shapely leaves, enjoying their colour and charm in the otherwise gloomy corners.