The Mother, The Mentor

Since accepting the calling of the Green and the death of her parents, Thana had a quiet life tending a simple garden, hunting rabbit and small game when the season permitted, and delighting in the gossip of the trees.

The crystalline waters of the stream near her home gurgled uncannily this day, however. Some movement, a change, had begun and the bubbles were clearly upset, but Thana couldn't learn more as the accent was simply too thick. She was better with treespeak.

Her next few weeks of quiet evenings and crickets at night would be the last she enjoyed for some time, as the cogs of time slipped into their due positions once again, and players would be called to a game.

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