Jade Fern Grove circle of life

There were plants among these trees not even Etienne knew. Some left a pleasant odor when crushed. Others were foul. He would take a few and no matter how much it smarted seek out Arlette. He was never too old or too knowledgeable not to learn more.

A voice rang out, loud and clear and familiar. Head swiveled and golden eyes went wide into his head. It was Druid and she looked okay. He changed his movements and stepped towards her. Working a careful path through undergrowth.

She made it to him as he made it to her and the tang of blood in the air. Druid! You be bleedin'

He fussed at her. Worry crinkling the gilded brows over his golden eyes.