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And the green grass grows all around (Druid training - Lostwalker)
Fourth Cycle of Aperitus
Season of Summer Era XIV
Early Brightening
It wasn't a sight normally witnessed, a body floated limply half submerged on the waves at dawn as the night began its retreat and the light of day rallied towards victory. It was a muddled sight, as dark shrouded eyes looked on unseeing at the dance began its play upon the clear sky.
Shouts and bells rang of that of the nearing fisherman's boat, the near nude form spotted in the growing waves and early dawns light. However as the ship neared and arms gripped rails, a glance at the sea revealed no body, living or not, the waters calm, not still, but neither roiling, just, simply calm.
It was not the first morning to start out in such a manner, and many were beginning to think it was neither the last,
Upon the shore the Telera walked, coming out of the sea once again to begin her explorations and search once again. Pulling upon her dress the barefooted woman made her way to town as the sun began to climb high and warm her clothes and skin, shops would be open and people in the streets, and the younglings would be out to play.
Through the streets of Archadoon Ilista walked, the children by far were the most interesting, and frankly, the most knowledgeable the woman found. Adults had preset thoughts of others, of many things, and child themselves had them to a lesser extent, but also, they liked to feel useful or superior, and if it took her telling stories, gathering pretty stones, or simply stroking fragile egos, children, she could handle, even in this strange place.
Nearing a fountain were she frequent, Ilista could hear the rising of young voices singing what she was certain was a child rhyme, she listened as she followed the singing.
"And the feather on the wing,
And the wing on the bird,
And the bird in the egg,
And the egg in the nest,
And the nest on the branch,
And the branch on the limb,
And the limb on the tree,
And the tree in a hole,
And the hole in the ground
And the green grass grows all around, all around
The green grass grows all around."
Such an amusing song really but is made the quartet of young ones happy it seemed. Ilista smiled as a little boy and girl spotted her, sitting on the fountains edge as the rest of the small group realized she was near. She sat and allowed the small ones to approach her before speaking, "Vedui, small ones."
Depending on their moods sometimes they would say Vedui back to the Telera, once it had been pointed out that they would soon be as tall as the sea woman, or taller. Today however, the Telera spoke quickly, she did not mind if her questions sounded silly, for it seemed to amuse all around and she always got an answer, whether or not that answer led to more questions was more likely than not.
Today though, the woman from the sea had a rather straight forward question, the song having reminded the woman something of interest.
"There is someone up here that can make the grass, and trees grow, can turn into a plant or call an animal to help them, a druid, yes?"
There was no collective thought in this young group, a girl child no higher than Ilista waist with startling vibrant hair the color of the setting sun spoke. "My Daddy use to says those tree wizards value their trees and animal better than their people friends. But Ma tells him to stop fussing we would never had been able to get all that fire wood home."
At that the woman blinked, that was... kind of helpful, that meant at some point, there had been a druid near by,
"Old Reyi, is Ilista." The Telera turned to the second little boy of the group, his hands in his pockets the child moved shyly forward.
"Who is 'Old Reyi', little one?" Smiling at the boy Ilista waited for the child to speak again.
"He's a traveler who visits here a lot, likes to live out of the city but visits the taverns and inns when he's here, My sister said he was at the Emerald Trinity some other nights. But that is at bed time I think, during the day, nobody knows."
Ilista rose and brushed off her skirts a habit she had picked up from one of the young ladies with one of the younglings pointing off the general direction of the Inn, Ilista headed off, in search of the tavern and inn, and the druid the children called 'Old Reyi'.
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