The Sentinels There were plants and birds and rocks and things

he'd nursed the wounded, aided the lost, and tended to the broken-spirited. he'd done so a dozen times in the early stages of his life, each one a story of new beginnings and invaluable teachings.

yet even still, he felt the hurt and brokenness with each new soul that found their way to him. he shared in their pain, their loneliness, their search for something more. he sought only to bring them peace, so that they might be free from the bonds that chained them to old lives.

the man before him now was no different. he spoke of his needs, and the dryad wasted no time in taking them on as his own.

he gave a gentle nod of encouragement before reaching out to invite the man beside him. "then a home is what you shall have."

it was decided, and so it would be.