Gyrfalcon's Keep castle in the mist

temporarily swept back to the warmer shores of saltlight, the dryad returned to continue his mission in nursing the deadwood back to health. though gone longer than what the earthly man would have preferred, he felt no regret in his time away. returned to watch his children choose their path of nature, of the nymphs, he felt only pride in the pit of his beating chest.

daughters of the sea and stars, a son of the forest. blessed was he to watch them ascend, to watch their spirits link with nature. it was a step every child of the nymphs took, one he had taken so many moons ago.

on his path to eagerly return to his found home, the songs of gulls overhead pressed him onwards. though it was not the scent of bird that halted his steps. rather, it was the sweet aroma of a stranger that made his neck crane upwards. eyes of warm magma fixated atop the peak, curious if he would catch a glimpse of the wanderer.