Rich Soil

A glittering amusement entered his eyes as he sat back and considered her proposal. A frigid wind picked up around them for a brief moment then faded. From what he knew of her past, just the energy of asking for such was monumental for her.

He hummed with a half smile on his lip as he thought about his plans for that particular rank, and let his gaze wander to the cold winter sky.

"The Druidic order is an interesting choice," he replied finally, his icicle eyes gleaming with pride in her passion and growth as they drifted back to her.

He settled into a relaxed pose, sinking to his elbows on the ground and invited her to join him. The ground was frozen solid, but their winter coats had come in nicely.

"Tell me what guides your spirit, your morals. Do you believe in anything? Gods? Spirits? Elements?" He tilted his head gently, wondering what her answer would be and how she might feel about the spiritual path of the Druidic Order.
"Speech!"