Deepwood Weald cross straight lines going where the wind blows

the pale druid had been nearby to the to wolves, and moved through the weald quietly. as of yet the great beauty had not noticed them and moved with ease and grace, weaving through the wood slowly as she sought to learn it. she investigated the world for green, and every time she witnessed the hue she blessed it, and praised those that had helped her in her magick. her spell had been widespread; the wilds themselves were turning and coming to life again, and she was so pleased by this!

in the distance, she overheard a conversation; she drifted, subconsciously, nearer, but was not yet in sight of either of them.