Eltrys led the dark and troubled woman expertly through the Wriath's woods. Leading her away from the eerie gloom of the darkened forest toward an altogether different copse of trees.
The oak and maple trees towered over them. The large leaves of the grapevines shielded the temple below, the shadows were cool and crisp and vaguely wet with dew. The lush grass parted around them as he stepped in and out of the sunbeams breaking through the canopy above like holy stained glass windows. Herbs and plants rose around them and the fruit of the grapes above was swollen with the cold wet juice within.
The cathedral was awash with brilliant green and beams of sunlight streamed through the windows above them. The shadows in the corners were gentle and welcoming, nothing hidden here among the scattered pews of rocks and logs.
"Welcome, I've heard its called the Grapevine Cathedral." He speaks, beckoning Hala through one of the streaming beams of light.
Knight
Professor
