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Diviciacus wrote:

-Mission Aquired-

Once Diviciacus retired for the night, Acythe put their hood back over their head and tiptoed away.

There will be a need for food, herbs, and flowers. Perhaps I shall run an apothecary. But for now I must figure out where to rest.

Acythe would wander about, admiring all the laborers who were working on the various projects tirelessly. The trees beckoned them to wander deeper and further, until they were practically on the edge of the forest once again. There they found a massive, gnarled tree which towered over the other trees in the forest. However, its few remaining leaves seemed to be decaying and the bark seemed fragile and dull.

"Luna, Luna come here. Allow me to see you clearly." Acythe called into the forest. They peered deep into the dark trees and branches, stretching their left arm out. After a few seconds of holding the pose, an owl emerged from the forest, landing on the elf's outstretched arm with a friendly chirp.

"Hello, my Luna. I have found our new home. It is weak and dying. I can hear it calling out for help. I shall help it. I request your help too, little one."

The owl seemed to stare at the tree for a solid minute, taking in its impressive size and weary disposition. With a flap of its wings and a light jump, Luna was airborne. The owl circled around the tree a few times before nestling on a sturdier branch.

Acythe nodded, laying a gentle hand on the trunk. Before they could even think of giving a bit of their own life to the tree, there needed to be a thorough check of the area, which was what Acythe was assessing via the trunk. The soil seemed fine enough, there was plenty of moisture. The issue was merely damage during the battle.

I will help you, my friend. All I ask is for shelter in return.

Thus began the meditation. With closed eyes, Acythe would focus on the energy within them. It was warm and tendril-like, yet appearing as a garden of life within Acythe's mind. Slowly, they became aware of the tree's energy, which was frail and slowly wilting. The energy within Acythe's garden began reaching for the tree, wrapping its tendrils around the tree's energy and revitalizing it. Acythe's internal garden shrunk accordingly, only stopping when the garden showed the slightest sign of wilt

I hope that helped.

When Acythe opened their eyes once more, there was already a visible difference in the state of the tree. It was more lively, a bit sturdier. The elf, however, felt tired and frail. They laid down against the trunk of the tree, staring up into the nearly-bare branches.

"Luna, please take care of any who should approach. I must rest."

Without even waiting for a response, Acythe was asleep.