Lost Creek Hollow the holly and the ivy.

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Winter had come.  Harlyn didn't need the fresh blanket of snow upon the ground or the bitter chill in the air to tell.  She knew it in the whispers of wind through the trees, by the feeling of peace and calm that had settled onto the hollow.  She felt it in her very soul - the solstice was upon them, promising rebirth and the strengthening of the sun.

Harlyn knew of none now in her life that recognized the traditions of her ancestors.  She did not fault those she did know for it, nor did she choose to go out of her way to impress her wisdom upon them.  She had never thought it her place to push others to believe as she did.  If the flocks came to her and asked to learn, she would teach.  At her age though, the druid knew very well the folly of trying to teach those whose minds and hearts were not open to the spirits.  Besides, hers was a tolerant theology.  Her gods cared for and protected those who could not see them and who ignored their wills, so why should she be any different?

So, it was in quiet solitude that Harlyn began to comb her forest home in search of evergreens just like her birth pack had done when she was a little girl.  It was more difficult than one would expect as the Hollow was home to poplar and aspen moreso than pine.  But, the druid was a patient and determined woman, and so she stuck to her task quite contentedly as time stretched on.