Dreams for DruidsYou wake up in a clearing within a forest, a bonfire roaring pleasantly beside you. It was just before dawn, if the peach hue in the sky said anything.�Druid. What is your story?� A figure stood on the other side of the fire, watching you with a smile. When did they get here, and had they been here all along? �Druid. You are nature, you are Fire and Earth�and a demoness holds your spot. She threatens, and jests, she would rather hold her power�she isn�t afraid of you. Where is your Fire! Your rage and passion! Where is your Earth, your stubborn, fierce strength! Give her a reason to fear your power.� The figure gestures widely, throwing their arms about. �She dares to hold your position while you sit quietly. She holds your position while the Twilight Fae, your Fae, die out in terror. End their fear! �What is your Path mean to you, Druid?� The figure paces on the other side of the fire. �I don�t know what to say to you. Do you have things you aren�t sharing, information you�re hiding? Projects, plans, work? You are too quiet, Druids.� Suddenly the figure stops, turns, and stares right at you, unblinking. �Nature is never quiet. So why are you?� -- Druids everywhere woke up. The sun hadn�t quite risen entirely in the Realms, but the birdsong was loud and all around them.... a Dream sent and received that was crafted by Phoenix Rose, on the thirteenth night of February, 1011 M.R.. - Aven |
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