Jade Fern Grove circle of life

Care to fade and/or archive here?

She felt shivery with relief when he said he could help her, though Druid’s insides knotted with the ramifications of this conversation. She felt her gorge rising and took some steadying breaths, focusing with all her might on the sound of Etienne’s voice.

It’s the only way, she murmured when he expressed his disapproval. If I go mad, I’m already dead. I don’t want to take anybody with me.

Her reasons were mostly selfless, though Druid imagined that falling prey to rabies wasn’t a pleasant business for the sufferer either. If she was going to die anyway, she may as well do it on her terms.

Show me where to find the poison and the poppies, she requested, and I swear I’ll be careful with both. I’ll probably stash them somewhere just outside Rivenwood. Here, maybe.

She would always associate the grove with that image of Heda dancing in the summer light. It was a beautiful image to counteract a tragic moment, should it come down to it. And after dosing herself, Druid could walk back into Rivenwood and do what she’d always wanted: die in the place she’d been born.