Post by Crystiel on Sept 5, 2015 21:10:43 GMT -8
[18:39] Crystiel Thistlebush sits and meditates, smiling cheerily even in the face of the encroaching darkness. she pauses at random intervals and reaches over to place a unlit candle with a whispered blessing on the outside of her reach and then sits back, pulls out another candle and meditates on it as well.
[18:44] Storyweaver: The forest was dark, for night's fingers were lacing around the sky, making it draw to a deep purple shade, nearing black. There was a faint cover of clouds, barely wisps. Starts were starting to twinkle, sparkling through the green leaves of the leafy green trees. The chirping of cicadas and occasion rustle of animals within the dark forest could all be heard.
[18:50] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles as she listens to the sounds of natures, almost as if they are there with her as she works to set up the ritual space. she focuses on the thought of the animals in the forest, knowing that if the darkness is what she fears, they are in danger as well....and mentally imbues their thoughts and prayers into the next candle, before reaching out and placing it a foot away from her last one. she tries to be very quiet as she sets things up..as she doesnt want to alert those who may be responsible. the wolf she met a few days ago coming to mind and the black ooze dribbling from its arrow wounds, makes her think of that shadling that crashed Baney's party.
[18:57] Storyweaver: The night's wind blows in the ritual space, brushing against the fae's hair. Gently caressing her face. The candles flames fight the wind, managing to stay alight. The taint of the forest is a reminder, something that could be tasted on the wind and felt in the forest. Especially by those who were so intune with nature, like the fae were. The forest's pain is nearly a solid tremble, a hurting pulse.
[18:59] Crystiel Thistlebush continues to smile, even as she thinks of the events that has led her to this juncture. the Fey coming to mind...lost...leaderless, and only the mortals to help protect them in case things go bad. she has to organize them and make a new court so they can be strong...this is a part of why she is out here...even in the face of danger....this forest will be their new Home, both Sunfire and Moontide if she gets what she plans to do...in the coming moot....this ritual is her Testament, to protect the forest.....she puts all these thoughts into the next candle and then places it next to the other...a circle starting to form around her.
[19:08] Storyweaver: The wind blew onwards, the warm summer breeze blowing the grasses, causing them to swish. The rotten odor of the dying trees coming with it. That darkness. The light of the candles, as more were lit stood in direct contrast to the growing dark skies, an almost stark difference. The tree branches dancing along in the winds...
[19:11] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles as she pulls out another candle and thinks about the past. Her Mother who was the Queen of the Fae Forest, she remembers her carefree days as she wandered the fields and and rode on the back of the white stag, the way the tree themselves would open up before her and allow her safe passage withen its canopy. this forest will be the same eventually...enchanted to protect the fae within its borders, but until the fae here come together and make an official court, the forest is just like any other, but still just as blessed...she focuses her thoughts on the forest itself, into the next candle and places it it in its place...only a couple more to go..and then she can start the ritual. Sky hasnt show up yet...but this is something that needs to be done....even if it costs her her life.
[19:18] Storyweaver The cicadas circle loudly, the leaves shift in the breeze almost as if they were opening, listening to the fae and her goings on. Perhaps, perhaps not. Nature was mysteriously like that. A rustling sound again was heard, but this time... closer? But it didn't sound like a large rustling, not something... smaller? It was hard to tell exactly, but it was coming from behind one of the large roots of the tree.
[19:24] Crystiel Thistlebush hears the sound of movement, but doesnt break her concentration, in stead focuses inward and down to the earth under her, willing the plants to come to her aid if needed. <Mage shield, 1 mana, +6 life>, as she does so she keeps focus on the earth, that which brings life to the plants, hold the water we drink and feeds the creatures who walk on its surface..and puts those thoughts into another Candle and sets its down..a circle almost complete.
[19:31] Storyweaver: A creature emerged from behind the root, raising it's self up to the root and... It was... a squirrel. The brown fluffy kind and seemingly healthy as a squirrel could be. It sniffed the air and chittered a bit before looking to where Crystiel was, it's head tilt before it's backside raised a tad, watching the fae with it's black shiny eyes as it placed the candles about.
[19:40] Crystiel Thistlebush hears the chitter of the squirrel as she keeps her eyes closed in meditation and smiles inwardly....still safe, but she keeps the shield up in any case...as the ritual was about to begin...she pulls out the last candle and thinks on the divine. The Goddess of nature Elwon, whom she had always revered, and also a thought on Veleska, the Goddess of this Island...she had not heard from Elwon, since she landed on this strange island, but Valeska seems to be present here..and though she has yet to pray to her before...its never to late...if her ritual works, she will learn more of this Valeska and see if there is room for her in her beliefs....with these thoughts in mind..she focuses on that last candle and places it in front of her.
[19:47] Storyweaver was it getting darker? It seems so as the hour drew later, the squirrel seems to observe with it's quiet chittering as the fae drew into the ritual. The candles flames a brilliant orange against the sky. These candles, each empowered with the various thoughts that Crystiel has placed into them oddly seemed different, glowing a little too brightly. Almost sparkling... Keeping the darkness at bay.
[19:54] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles with an inward sigh and opens her eyes....still no Sky...but with or without her, she must continue..and hope that Elwon and Valeska will protect her. at least long enough to finish what she came here for. Other then a few medical herbs and one large acorn left in her satchel, two bottles willed with Holy water are within, she pulls one of them out and pops the cork and then stands up. she walks just outside of the ring of candles and starts to pour its contents on the ground as she walks around in a circle, as if in protection of her work space. she begins to chant, in her voice like a melody, ...as she finishes her complete rotation she steps back inside the circle and then pulls out the acorn.and focuses her thoughts and wishes into it..The Fae, that need a home, the animals, who need this forest, the Plants that need protection, the enchanted forest she hopes this place will be to protect the Fae, her mother, sisters, brothers, friends, both living and deceased...this Acorn was given to her dur
[19:54] Crystiel Thistlebush the Funeral as a symbol of rebirth...and thats what this forest needs..a rebirth of life, to push back this darkness....
[19:56] Crystiel Thistlebush (Kristie Teardrop) OOC: during*
[20:07] Storyweaver: The squirrel falls back as the fae rises, rushing away and up the tree like squirrels do. The water soaks into the earth, as she sings her tone. Her voice almost echoing into the darkness as she completes her rotation. Perhaps the earth was listening to her? Again nature was odd like that. The acorn begun to alight as the Fae had begun her ritual, and pushed her thoughts within the seed. The darkness receding as she channels her natural and mystical energy within and around her. Mana can be felt now, the lifeblood of everything and everyone, one of the truest essences of the goddess Ewona. It vibrated, pulsed as she pulled it into for her ceremony. Hopefully it's power would be enough to keep this growing terror from the forest.
[20:13] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles and leans down at the center of the circle and sets the acorn down, then picks up a small trowel, and begins to dig a hole. she she does she begins to sing a Song her mother had taught her when she was young, a couple centuries past, a Song of Planting that was sung by her people in the beginning of spring to tell the seasons that winter has ended and its time for new life to grow. she focuses the song into the ritual and brings the magic out in her words, louder and louder..her enchanted voice echoing off the trees as if she could compel the darkness to retreat and leave this forest alone...this forest belongs to the Fae, she makes a mental pledge as she lifts up the acorn over her head and mentally wraps the music around it...and then sets it into the hole she just dug. she could feel Ewona...for the first time in months and this makes her smile and heightens her confidence that this might actually work. she pulls out the last Bottle of Holy water and pours it over the Acorn, and then lets the ma
[20:13] Crystiel Thistlebush peak...useing the acorn as the focus....and then spreading it outwards from there..into the forest, her eyes locked on the darkness as if in defiance.
[20:13] Crystiel Thistlebush (Kristie Teardrop) OOC: as she does*
[20:18] Storyweaver The acorn draws brighter as she raises it over head, it becomes nearly as bright as the candles blow, drawing a pure white energy over it's form. It is warm to the touch as she lowered it to's bed, and pours the holy water over it. She then begun to use the acorn as a foci, and it starts to tremble... very gently, like a quivering baby duckling. The magic in the air was thick, her voice that had chanted bouncing off it. Those who were near the area could sense that something mystic was a foot as the acorn still shook.
[20:29] Crystiel Thistlebush chants louder in cadence to her song, she reaches down and covers the acorn with the loamy earth she has dug. once it was snugly packed, she steps back and wills life into it and raises her hands, "Great Oak, grow..and push this darkness back...Protect the future home of the Fae...dont let the darkness take away what we have recently reclaimed as ours...Protect us! and in return We will protect You...With this I so Pledge...and with my Blood I give you My Oath..and you will know it will be done for as long as I shall live!!!" she says and then pulls out a tiny dagger, more akin to a small scalpel from her satchel, made from obsidian and cuts her hand, holds it out and lets some of her blood flow onto the mound of earth over the acorn and then steps back some more, expecting it to grow any second and wants to keep out of its way.<-1 life>
[20:40] Storyweaver: The mound which the twiching acorn rested in kept it's movement, though it was shaking more and more. Changing from a gentle twitch to something more violent, like a hyperactive child bouncing from leg to leg high on sugar. Then finally, a loud POP as the top of the acorn was pushed aside and... well... a sappling was pushing through the earth at a slow rate, but this sappling... it was glowing white, not only that but it's bark was pure as snow a beautiful sight to behold. It was only about the size of a thumb now, but it was still growing. The blood from the fae seeping into the ground near it and perhaps nursing the growing tree. The tree it's self seem to pusle with magic, the darkness in the forest drawing back nearly instantly since it broke the grown, falling away from the mighty oak. The swirling black tryng to fight and cling on to the spourting branches, but alas... the oak was stronger than it. The trees surrounding the area too seemed to grow thicker, and healthier. Their leaves b
[20:40] Storyweaver: rich green. The smell of rot and decay starting to dissipate as Crystiel pressed onwards.
[20:40] Eala Du steps quietly through the shadowy places and comes to a pause a top a mound near the dark place. The pause in step brought about by the spying of Crystiel nearby. Without thought her eyes began to search out glint on finger but a sharp tug of heart strings reminded her of oath and her eyes instead concentrated on the minute actions, tilting her head to hear the words as they came along the forest air. Eala's fingers tapped lightly as hands rested on crossed arms, and she glowered silently turning to peer into the dark marshy trees, then back to the suntide fae.
[20:50] Crystiel Thistlebush closes her eyes once again, partly from the light the tree was giving off and partly in concentration as she focuses her magic...all of it...into the sapling and the surrounding forest....she could feel every leaf, every branch of the forest, the ones closest to her growing stronger and expands her thoughts into every plant, every tree in the forest....the new white tree in front if her, is her center point, the king pin of her ritual, but she does this for the whole forest..she takes in the thoughts of the forest and brings it in and focuses it into the new Tree, Too bad others were not here to pour there own energies into it....but as she is alone...she will keep this up...till she passes out, expending her whole mana pool if she has too.
[20:57] Storyweaver: There was a magic in the air, it could be felt wandering into the area. What appeared to be a glowing pure white sapling emerging from the ground and Crystiel focusing upon it. There were dark looming shadows being forced away from the light of the tree, squashing them with the growing youth. The tree was growing larger, and larger about the size of a human's arm now. It's leaves, unlike a normal oak, was silver and shimmered in the night's breeze. They sprouted rapidly, as Crystiel fed the tree her energy. It took the fae's mana and it caused it only grow brighter, a warm vibrant aura coming from the tree now, welcoming and warm as the sun's light on a pure day. Radiating all that were around it. By It's growing branches lifting up, higher and higher... it was now the size of a leg, and it kept going as the fae poured it's energy into it. She would feel a drain obliviously, for there was no easily exchange when such a magical powerful plant was born. She could start to feel a bit of fatigue.
[21:03] Eala Du closes her eyes briefly to the brightness of light that begins to emanate and turns her head again to look to the mists and darkness. She reaches out a hand and grasps a strand of mist before it curls away from her as if winding back from where it had sprang. Beneath her feet she feels newness emerging, like roots breaking and weaving through the earth. She smiles slightly, but the smile fades as the shadows flee further and Eala sighs. What a blissful place to creep and sleep..now vanishing away. She could feel the essence of Crystiel waivering with her incantations for the forest, yet she merely watched, if the royal-blood had not asked for help then no help would this faerie give, besides like the black swan and the white that circle side by side, Eala considered the darkness should have it's place with the light. She sniffed with annoyance and blinked her eyes as the light once again startled them.
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[21:14] Crystiel Thistlebush reaches out and places her healthy hand against the tree as it grows and feels along its new formed bark, she opens her eyes and smiles...it was the most beautiful tree she had ever saw and even though she was smiling(as usual), a tear of happiness for the tree drips down her cheek, she focus on the hand that touches the tree and feeds her mana into it, her legs growing weak and slumps against it and then pushes herself up and forces her to stand back up.....even if she falters now...she will come back and feed more into it...perhaps other fae will help her...this tree seems magical....and she believes will protect this forest for all...though she had never seen its like before. Like her home she grew up in...maybe this forest will protect the Fae that dwell within....both sunfire and moontide. with this new thought she pushes the last of her Mana into the tree...and then falls against the tree and slides down to its roots. one hand bleeding where she cut herself...the other wrapped around the White oak a
[21:14] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles as the darkness of sleep, overcomes her. <Natures Bounty based Ritual 1 Mana +6 extra Mana>
[21:21] Storyweaver: The darkness, as it swirled away from Crystiel and past Eala... whispered, in a language that was of nature. The tongue hard to grasp and understand, but it seemed most displeased... angered even as it was forced back by the non-listening light. The trees surrounding this grotto grow thicker, fuller as Crystiel freely gave up her mana. The blinding white of the oak pulses. As her hand is placed upon it, she would feel it's smooth bark, the racing life within it as the mana drew it taller and taller. The branches widening over head as the small fae becomes tiny compared to the splender of the white oak. It hungrily feeds from the other. Evenually, it stops. It's wide branches proudly out, it's glow ceasing save for a few spots along it's leaves... but it's white color remained. The purity of the tree can be felt almost by those who lay eyes upon it. It stands out against the other trees, but it's branches seemingly weave with the others. The crowd of candles near the tree then all suddenly blo
[21:21] Storyweaver: great breathe has been released.
[21:24] Creampuff (xiphophorus): blow out, like a great*
[21:31] Eala Du whispers in the dark hush and fade, as the tree pushes upwards. The fae's neck arcs as she looks to it's boughs with blinking eyes and then downwards to Crystiel who slides to the base, spent. She inclines her ear to the last echoes that speak ragefully and her face reflects the last guttural rush of sound that in a moment has gone. She feels the flourish of life about her and blood beats drum-like in her veins, yet with the receding darkness her mind flurries with images of all that chokes and binds, twists and creeps. "Not all grow to give life but to take it!" she mutters and so a sprig of bindweed curls as if seeded from her palm and wraps its tight path along her arm, her fingers turn to blueness, before it weedles it's way back to nothing in hand. And with that Eala turns on heel and walks away from the tree of light, perhaps she will return to check on her suntide cousin later.
[21:33] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles more as she falls into slumber, the feeling of the tree as that of Ewona herself wrapping her arms around her as she leans against its trunk between two roots. peace and elation fills her as she feels more happy, fear slips away and in that moment of bliss she dreams of Home. The Glamour surrounding her body lifts as leaves that cover those parts of her body the Mortals claim to be taboo seems to shrink and vanishes entirely, skyclad she rests comfortably in the arms of Ewona. Shes finally Home.
[21:36] Storyweaver: The tree remains in all it's splendor, like a young prince in the middle of the forest, proudly and happily smiling at it's subjects. It's radiating warmth seems to seep out and indeed keep the darkness at back, as Crystiel sleeps she would find, when she awakens. The best rest she has had in ages, and her dreams would be sweet, wonderful and full of good times, pleasant memories even of those who had been lost would be seen happily, like a reunion with old friends. Celebratory and cheerful. The forest seemingly back to normal, and the darkness placed aside... for now.
[18:44] Storyweaver: The forest was dark, for night's fingers were lacing around the sky, making it draw to a deep purple shade, nearing black. There was a faint cover of clouds, barely wisps. Starts were starting to twinkle, sparkling through the green leaves of the leafy green trees. The chirping of cicadas and occasion rustle of animals within the dark forest could all be heard.
[18:50] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles as she listens to the sounds of natures, almost as if they are there with her as she works to set up the ritual space. she focuses on the thought of the animals in the forest, knowing that if the darkness is what she fears, they are in danger as well....and mentally imbues their thoughts and prayers into the next candle, before reaching out and placing it a foot away from her last one. she tries to be very quiet as she sets things up..as she doesnt want to alert those who may be responsible. the wolf she met a few days ago coming to mind and the black ooze dribbling from its arrow wounds, makes her think of that shadling that crashed Baney's party.
[18:57] Storyweaver: The night's wind blows in the ritual space, brushing against the fae's hair. Gently caressing her face. The candles flames fight the wind, managing to stay alight. The taint of the forest is a reminder, something that could be tasted on the wind and felt in the forest. Especially by those who were so intune with nature, like the fae were. The forest's pain is nearly a solid tremble, a hurting pulse.
[18:59] Crystiel Thistlebush continues to smile, even as she thinks of the events that has led her to this juncture. the Fey coming to mind...lost...leaderless, and only the mortals to help protect them in case things go bad. she has to organize them and make a new court so they can be strong...this is a part of why she is out here...even in the face of danger....this forest will be their new Home, both Sunfire and Moontide if she gets what she plans to do...in the coming moot....this ritual is her Testament, to protect the forest.....she puts all these thoughts into the next candle and then places it next to the other...a circle starting to form around her.
[19:08] Storyweaver: The wind blew onwards, the warm summer breeze blowing the grasses, causing them to swish. The rotten odor of the dying trees coming with it. That darkness. The light of the candles, as more were lit stood in direct contrast to the growing dark skies, an almost stark difference. The tree branches dancing along in the winds...
[19:11] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles as she pulls out another candle and thinks about the past. Her Mother who was the Queen of the Fae Forest, she remembers her carefree days as she wandered the fields and and rode on the back of the white stag, the way the tree themselves would open up before her and allow her safe passage withen its canopy. this forest will be the same eventually...enchanted to protect the fae within its borders, but until the fae here come together and make an official court, the forest is just like any other, but still just as blessed...she focuses her thoughts on the forest itself, into the next candle and places it it in its place...only a couple more to go..and then she can start the ritual. Sky hasnt show up yet...but this is something that needs to be done....even if it costs her her life.
[19:18] Storyweaver The cicadas circle loudly, the leaves shift in the breeze almost as if they were opening, listening to the fae and her goings on. Perhaps, perhaps not. Nature was mysteriously like that. A rustling sound again was heard, but this time... closer? But it didn't sound like a large rustling, not something... smaller? It was hard to tell exactly, but it was coming from behind one of the large roots of the tree.
[19:24] Crystiel Thistlebush hears the sound of movement, but doesnt break her concentration, in stead focuses inward and down to the earth under her, willing the plants to come to her aid if needed. <Mage shield, 1 mana, +6 life>, as she does so she keeps focus on the earth, that which brings life to the plants, hold the water we drink and feeds the creatures who walk on its surface..and puts those thoughts into another Candle and sets its down..a circle almost complete.
[19:31] Storyweaver: A creature emerged from behind the root, raising it's self up to the root and... It was... a squirrel. The brown fluffy kind and seemingly healthy as a squirrel could be. It sniffed the air and chittered a bit before looking to where Crystiel was, it's head tilt before it's backside raised a tad, watching the fae with it's black shiny eyes as it placed the candles about.
[19:40] Crystiel Thistlebush hears the chitter of the squirrel as she keeps her eyes closed in meditation and smiles inwardly....still safe, but she keeps the shield up in any case...as the ritual was about to begin...she pulls out the last candle and thinks on the divine. The Goddess of nature Elwon, whom she had always revered, and also a thought on Veleska, the Goddess of this Island...she had not heard from Elwon, since she landed on this strange island, but Valeska seems to be present here..and though she has yet to pray to her before...its never to late...if her ritual works, she will learn more of this Valeska and see if there is room for her in her beliefs....with these thoughts in mind..she focuses on that last candle and places it in front of her.
[19:47] Storyweaver was it getting darker? It seems so as the hour drew later, the squirrel seems to observe with it's quiet chittering as the fae drew into the ritual. The candles flames a brilliant orange against the sky. These candles, each empowered with the various thoughts that Crystiel has placed into them oddly seemed different, glowing a little too brightly. Almost sparkling... Keeping the darkness at bay.
[19:54] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles with an inward sigh and opens her eyes....still no Sky...but with or without her, she must continue..and hope that Elwon and Valeska will protect her. at least long enough to finish what she came here for. Other then a few medical herbs and one large acorn left in her satchel, two bottles willed with Holy water are within, she pulls one of them out and pops the cork and then stands up. she walks just outside of the ring of candles and starts to pour its contents on the ground as she walks around in a circle, as if in protection of her work space. she begins to chant, in her voice like a melody, ...as she finishes her complete rotation she steps back inside the circle and then pulls out the acorn.and focuses her thoughts and wishes into it..The Fae, that need a home, the animals, who need this forest, the Plants that need protection, the enchanted forest she hopes this place will be to protect the Fae, her mother, sisters, brothers, friends, both living and deceased...this Acorn was given to her dur
[19:54] Crystiel Thistlebush the Funeral as a symbol of rebirth...and thats what this forest needs..a rebirth of life, to push back this darkness....
[19:56] Crystiel Thistlebush (Kristie Teardrop) OOC: during*
[20:07] Storyweaver: The squirrel falls back as the fae rises, rushing away and up the tree like squirrels do. The water soaks into the earth, as she sings her tone. Her voice almost echoing into the darkness as she completes her rotation. Perhaps the earth was listening to her? Again nature was odd like that. The acorn begun to alight as the Fae had begun her ritual, and pushed her thoughts within the seed. The darkness receding as she channels her natural and mystical energy within and around her. Mana can be felt now, the lifeblood of everything and everyone, one of the truest essences of the goddess Ewona. It vibrated, pulsed as she pulled it into for her ceremony. Hopefully it's power would be enough to keep this growing terror from the forest.
[20:13] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles and leans down at the center of the circle and sets the acorn down, then picks up a small trowel, and begins to dig a hole. she she does she begins to sing a Song her mother had taught her when she was young, a couple centuries past, a Song of Planting that was sung by her people in the beginning of spring to tell the seasons that winter has ended and its time for new life to grow. she focuses the song into the ritual and brings the magic out in her words, louder and louder..her enchanted voice echoing off the trees as if she could compel the darkness to retreat and leave this forest alone...this forest belongs to the Fae, she makes a mental pledge as she lifts up the acorn over her head and mentally wraps the music around it...and then sets it into the hole she just dug. she could feel Ewona...for the first time in months and this makes her smile and heightens her confidence that this might actually work. she pulls out the last Bottle of Holy water and pours it over the Acorn, and then lets the ma
[20:13] Crystiel Thistlebush peak...useing the acorn as the focus....and then spreading it outwards from there..into the forest, her eyes locked on the darkness as if in defiance.
[20:13] Crystiel Thistlebush (Kristie Teardrop) OOC: as she does*
[20:18] Storyweaver The acorn draws brighter as she raises it over head, it becomes nearly as bright as the candles blow, drawing a pure white energy over it's form. It is warm to the touch as she lowered it to's bed, and pours the holy water over it. She then begun to use the acorn as a foci, and it starts to tremble... very gently, like a quivering baby duckling. The magic in the air was thick, her voice that had chanted bouncing off it. Those who were near the area could sense that something mystic was a foot as the acorn still shook.
[20:29] Crystiel Thistlebush chants louder in cadence to her song, she reaches down and covers the acorn with the loamy earth she has dug. once it was snugly packed, she steps back and wills life into it and raises her hands, "Great Oak, grow..and push this darkness back...Protect the future home of the Fae...dont let the darkness take away what we have recently reclaimed as ours...Protect us! and in return We will protect You...With this I so Pledge...and with my Blood I give you My Oath..and you will know it will be done for as long as I shall live!!!" she says and then pulls out a tiny dagger, more akin to a small scalpel from her satchel, made from obsidian and cuts her hand, holds it out and lets some of her blood flow onto the mound of earth over the acorn and then steps back some more, expecting it to grow any second and wants to keep out of its way.<-1 life>
[20:40] Storyweaver: The mound which the twiching acorn rested in kept it's movement, though it was shaking more and more. Changing from a gentle twitch to something more violent, like a hyperactive child bouncing from leg to leg high on sugar. Then finally, a loud POP as the top of the acorn was pushed aside and... well... a sappling was pushing through the earth at a slow rate, but this sappling... it was glowing white, not only that but it's bark was pure as snow a beautiful sight to behold. It was only about the size of a thumb now, but it was still growing. The blood from the fae seeping into the ground near it and perhaps nursing the growing tree. The tree it's self seem to pusle with magic, the darkness in the forest drawing back nearly instantly since it broke the grown, falling away from the mighty oak. The swirling black tryng to fight and cling on to the spourting branches, but alas... the oak was stronger than it. The trees surrounding the area too seemed to grow thicker, and healthier. Their leaves b
[20:40] Storyweaver: rich green. The smell of rot and decay starting to dissipate as Crystiel pressed onwards.
[20:40] Eala Du steps quietly through the shadowy places and comes to a pause a top a mound near the dark place. The pause in step brought about by the spying of Crystiel nearby. Without thought her eyes began to search out glint on finger but a sharp tug of heart strings reminded her of oath and her eyes instead concentrated on the minute actions, tilting her head to hear the words as they came along the forest air. Eala's fingers tapped lightly as hands rested on crossed arms, and she glowered silently turning to peer into the dark marshy trees, then back to the suntide fae.
[20:50] Crystiel Thistlebush closes her eyes once again, partly from the light the tree was giving off and partly in concentration as she focuses her magic...all of it...into the sapling and the surrounding forest....she could feel every leaf, every branch of the forest, the ones closest to her growing stronger and expands her thoughts into every plant, every tree in the forest....the new white tree in front if her, is her center point, the king pin of her ritual, but she does this for the whole forest..she takes in the thoughts of the forest and brings it in and focuses it into the new Tree, Too bad others were not here to pour there own energies into it....but as she is alone...she will keep this up...till she passes out, expending her whole mana pool if she has too.
[20:57] Storyweaver: There was a magic in the air, it could be felt wandering into the area. What appeared to be a glowing pure white sapling emerging from the ground and Crystiel focusing upon it. There were dark looming shadows being forced away from the light of the tree, squashing them with the growing youth. The tree was growing larger, and larger about the size of a human's arm now. It's leaves, unlike a normal oak, was silver and shimmered in the night's breeze. They sprouted rapidly, as Crystiel fed the tree her energy. It took the fae's mana and it caused it only grow brighter, a warm vibrant aura coming from the tree now, welcoming and warm as the sun's light on a pure day. Radiating all that were around it. By It's growing branches lifting up, higher and higher... it was now the size of a leg, and it kept going as the fae poured it's energy into it. She would feel a drain obliviously, for there was no easily exchange when such a magical powerful plant was born. She could start to feel a bit of fatigue.
[21:03] Eala Du closes her eyes briefly to the brightness of light that begins to emanate and turns her head again to look to the mists and darkness. She reaches out a hand and grasps a strand of mist before it curls away from her as if winding back from where it had sprang. Beneath her feet she feels newness emerging, like roots breaking and weaving through the earth. She smiles slightly, but the smile fades as the shadows flee further and Eala sighs. What a blissful place to creep and sleep..now vanishing away. She could feel the essence of Crystiel waivering with her incantations for the forest, yet she merely watched, if the royal-blood had not asked for help then no help would this faerie give, besides like the black swan and the white that circle side by side, Eala considered the darkness should have it's place with the light. She sniffed with annoyance and blinked her eyes as the light once again startled them.
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[21:14] Crystiel Thistlebush reaches out and places her healthy hand against the tree as it grows and feels along its new formed bark, she opens her eyes and smiles...it was the most beautiful tree she had ever saw and even though she was smiling(as usual), a tear of happiness for the tree drips down her cheek, she focus on the hand that touches the tree and feeds her mana into it, her legs growing weak and slumps against it and then pushes herself up and forces her to stand back up.....even if she falters now...she will come back and feed more into it...perhaps other fae will help her...this tree seems magical....and she believes will protect this forest for all...though she had never seen its like before. Like her home she grew up in...maybe this forest will protect the Fae that dwell within....both sunfire and moontide. with this new thought she pushes the last of her Mana into the tree...and then falls against the tree and slides down to its roots. one hand bleeding where she cut herself...the other wrapped around the White oak a
[21:14] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles as the darkness of sleep, overcomes her. <Natures Bounty based Ritual 1 Mana +6 extra Mana>
[21:21] Storyweaver: The darkness, as it swirled away from Crystiel and past Eala... whispered, in a language that was of nature. The tongue hard to grasp and understand, but it seemed most displeased... angered even as it was forced back by the non-listening light. The trees surrounding this grotto grow thicker, fuller as Crystiel freely gave up her mana. The blinding white of the oak pulses. As her hand is placed upon it, she would feel it's smooth bark, the racing life within it as the mana drew it taller and taller. The branches widening over head as the small fae becomes tiny compared to the splender of the white oak. It hungrily feeds from the other. Evenually, it stops. It's wide branches proudly out, it's glow ceasing save for a few spots along it's leaves... but it's white color remained. The purity of the tree can be felt almost by those who lay eyes upon it. It stands out against the other trees, but it's branches seemingly weave with the others. The crowd of candles near the tree then all suddenly blo
[21:21] Storyweaver: great breathe has been released.
[21:24] Creampuff (xiphophorus): blow out, like a great*
[21:31] Eala Du whispers in the dark hush and fade, as the tree pushes upwards. The fae's neck arcs as she looks to it's boughs with blinking eyes and then downwards to Crystiel who slides to the base, spent. She inclines her ear to the last echoes that speak ragefully and her face reflects the last guttural rush of sound that in a moment has gone. She feels the flourish of life about her and blood beats drum-like in her veins, yet with the receding darkness her mind flurries with images of all that chokes and binds, twists and creeps. "Not all grow to give life but to take it!" she mutters and so a sprig of bindweed curls as if seeded from her palm and wraps its tight path along her arm, her fingers turn to blueness, before it weedles it's way back to nothing in hand. And with that Eala turns on heel and walks away from the tree of light, perhaps she will return to check on her suntide cousin later.
[21:33] Crystiel Thistlebush smiles more as she falls into slumber, the feeling of the tree as that of Ewona herself wrapping her arms around her as she leans against its trunk between two roots. peace and elation fills her as she feels more happy, fear slips away and in that moment of bliss she dreams of Home. The Glamour surrounding her body lifts as leaves that cover those parts of her body the Mortals claim to be taboo seems to shrink and vanishes entirely, skyclad she rests comfortably in the arms of Ewona. Shes finally Home.
[21:36] Storyweaver: The tree remains in all it's splendor, like a young prince in the middle of the forest, proudly and happily smiling at it's subjects. It's radiating warmth seems to seep out and indeed keep the darkness at back, as Crystiel sleeps she would find, when she awakens. The best rest she has had in ages, and her dreams would be sweet, wonderful and full of good times, pleasant memories even of those who had been lost would be seen happily, like a reunion with old friends. Celebratory and cheerful. The forest seemingly back to normal, and the darkness placed aside... for now.