[ It's all completely platonic Wildbroness and not firbolg third base, shush.
They walk in comfortable silence for a while until they find the correct place again, and he's instructed in what to do.
Caduceus has no idea how things thing works or why they have to be in some kind of room (pod?) to do it, but if it's anything he does know, it's how to picture things in his mind - especially his home. (It's a good meditation focus.)
When the scene changes, they're in the Savalirwood, looking into the Blooming Grove. The fences are unbroken, the purple tinge of the leaves lessened, and the stone steeple's climbing vines are in full bloom.
There's smoke coming from the chimney on the old stone building, and there's laughter from the temple. All accompanied by the birds singing. It wasn't the fading, dying view of the Bone Orchard that the survivors of the Iron Shepherd battle had seen, but a living, bright place touched by the Wildmother. ]
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They walk in comfortable silence for a while until they find the correct place again, and he's instructed in what to do.
Caduceus has no idea how things thing works or why they have to be in some kind of room (pod?) to do it, but if it's anything he does know, it's how to picture things in his mind - especially his home. (It's a good meditation focus.)
When the scene changes, they're in the Savalirwood, looking into the Blooming Grove. The fences are unbroken, the purple tinge of the leaves lessened, and the stone steeple's climbing vines are in full bloom.
There's smoke coming from the chimney on the old stone building, and there's laughter from the temple. All accompanied by the birds singing. It wasn't the fading, dying view of the Bone Orchard that the survivors of the Iron Shepherd battle had seen, but a living, bright place touched by the Wildmother. ]
Welcome to my home.