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It was sad that little more could be done, but then such was the way of the world. Even Carmelya's blessed creatures were unable to protect their own without knowing from what they were protecting them, much as they would like to have tried. It was a situation undesired given what could potentially be the cost, and unnerving as well, given that no one here knew when the proverbial storm would strike. Brine's sap parents chose to say nothing more on the matter though. After all, what more was there to be said?
"Our time grows short, Air Tuo, and there is one last thing we would give to you, and one last favour we would ask." Again, their tone was ominous, and sad, as though these were the last words they would be able to speak to their child, the spirit they had nurtured until its birth into the world. There was a sound of bark creaking, leaves rustling as a spindled arm reached out. The treants were dying, the rich green and browns fading to something sullied, and black. In their outstretched hands were a small scattering of seeds, seemingly of oak and ready to be embraced by the forest's fertile earth.
"Take these with you when you go, Air Tuo, and plant them for us. We feel Carmelya drawing us ever nearer...these are the last moments we have..."
Leaves fell from their branches, down to the forest floor in slow, languid patterns. It was a solemn dance, and Brine would be able to feel the air growing heavy. This was the passing of two lives into the aether, and he did not have much time left before they left this waking world for good.
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