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Emerging from the darker depths of the forest, Vesna made her merry way through until she reached the Southernmost bordering line of trees, and began her patrol. Various species of wild flowers are left in her wake. It would not be hard to track her, if one so chose.

Raising an eyebrow. There’s mischief afoot within Endor.

“I watched you give a squirrel a dagger, Dear.”

A wall of thorny brambles grows surrounding Endor, the gnarled branches lashing out at anyone who draws near . . . What could it possibly mean—?

Vesna was nowhere to be found — or, at least, seen . . . Ever so slowly, the brambles would climb higher, twisting and coiling around everything in their path. Where was she—? Surely she knew of what was going on.

No response to his calls are heard. In place of what would’ve been her voice, audibly delighted to see him, was a silence so immense that one could hear the scraping of the thorns against the ancient bark of the trees of Endor . . .

As he made his way through, he would eventually come to the area in which her tree could be found. It looked oddly out of place amongst the other trees, leaves in various stages of decay, scattered at the base. Upon closer inspection, Vesna could be seen lying amongst them . .

// Sulfr finding his beloved Vesna mortally wounded, colorized

// lmao

“My, my . . . How the temperature changes.”

"Hello there" Firbolg barbarian Path of the beast Wandering blade in search of his people "My name is Loniel"

Soon, Spring will come . . . Vesna will prosper.

They’ll explore the forests together once more.

She will ensure he finds himself in briars.

Be a shame if he got yoinked into the feywild.

It’s nearly time. 🌸