The Heartwood dreams of the future

periane blinked once, slowly. the stillness between them deepened.
a vision? she echoed, soft and careful. her paws did not move yet, but her ears tilted forward with quiet interest. then it must mean something.
there was no assumption in her tone—only patience, a steady presence, a willing ear.
she stepped closer then, gently, like approaching something sacred not yet understood. if the Lord has shown you something… we should listen. a pause. her head tilted ever so slightly. will you tell me what you saw?
she would not guess. that was not her place. the divine revealed itself differently to each of them.