A traveling druid saw Wraithvine in their encampment late one night, along with hir friends. And snuck up to give a gentle, kind, blessing. -- Anon Guest
Well, well. Walk long enough and you see everything. Once more on his long path between their location and destination, the Wudzgaad Druid found something they weren't looking for. To be correct about it, someone they weren't looking for.
The eternal Elf, the ever-wandering Wizard, changer of fates and so on. The living legend. Wraithvine.
Currently at rest, meditating about a foot off the ground. It was something of a wonder to see an Elf in such a perfect state of peace.
The Druid, currently without a name, picked up a stone and whispered it into a new shape. A talisman. A token. A spell. All in one. Even the immortals and legends needed something like this.
They placed an array of leaves, shaped to make a temporary platter on the earth in front of the levitating wizard.
"A gift," said the Druid, "from one Faekin to another, from one wanderer to another. I give you what I wish most to achieve. A little luck." They gently put the token down on the leaves. "May you find what you are looking for, and in good time or timing."
They had always held that what a being put out into the world was what they tended to receive.
Maybe it would work for them as well.
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