Lexie preferred subtle mischief to gratuitous deeds. The Lady of the Trees shared Drelves’ love of the forest. Drelves rarely encountered the dryad whilst harvesting the enhancing plant’s tubers in Green Vale, but she watched them from her great oak home and hidden in the taller trees. Lexie particularly enjoyed snuggling in the thick branches of the Tree Shepherd. Usually the immense Tree Shepherd stood silent, but now the massive caretaker of Green Vale uprooted and tenderly harvested a tiny branch from each of his twelve compatriots. After removing each branch the Tree Shepherd soaked the twig within the sparkling waters of the rainbow pool that occupied the center of the knoll upon which thirteen trees stood overlooking Green Vale. The Tree Shepherd pulled a piece of his heartwood and likewise soaked the soft wood in the effervescing waters. Auras filled the area around the Tree Shepherd as he went about his work.
The olden Tree Shepherd laboriously removed another precious section of his heartwood, pressed it into pulp, and formed vellum. The patriarch of Green Vale used a Phoenix feather as a quill and his purple sap as ink and painstakingly etched letters of the language of the Old Ones of Sagain. The protector of the Thirttene Friends completed the extended epistle and carefully folded the unique parchment. Next the Tree Shepherd produced piece of petrified blue wood. Odd runes covered the artifact.
Ǿ ∞ Ǿ
∞ Ǿ ∞ XIII ∞ Ǿ ∞
Ǿ ∞ Ǿ
The Tree Shepherd uttered lyrical phrases.
Fire…
Water…
Air…
Earth…
Auras flashed among the circle of friends. The blue stone adhered to and sealed the folded vellum.
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