Fairspell Meadow courting baphomet

aw, but for @Ashton if you would like :3

the destruction that the tornado had wrought stunned and disheartened the druid. he stood amid the ugly gashes of earth that had ruined the meadow where he had once courted luke, and the scent of crushed flowers and dead things was in the air. small animals that had not escaped the trail of devastation now lay rotting in the summer-blaze, and he was pressed to turn away.

the cavorting had gone out of him; he stumbled into a deep swatch cut by the storm and sighed, wondering if what had been wronged could be righted, and inexplicably grief for junior began to well in his breast.