Gratitude Bestows Reverence

Adelinda moved quietly, her steps fluid and graceful. Ember eyes danced around the area before her. Washing over the trees that swayed gently in the coolest of breezes. Like bone looming before her, embellished with ivy that touched all. How delicate. How special this place felt.

Adelinda found comfort in such spaces. Decay and vitality danced their intricate waltz as always. Her tail curled and uncurled behind her, swaying softly with each swing of her hips. Her eyes widened with pleasure, a gentle smile painted itself across her face at the sight of the stones. As she neared she tilted her head, were theses runes? She couldn't help but notice the hue of the pools. As if some wonderous woman was here brewing potions and worshipping the deity of her choice.

Would she be so lucky today to encounter her?

One could hope.

Carefully she walked around the bioluminescent pool, inspecting it. Perhaps she could use the water for some of her own craft. The water's glow pulled her in, and for a moment she felt as though the world had fallen silent. It left only the soft gurgle of the spring, the algae swirling below the surface.

Yes, she was meant to be here. Her intuition never misled her. Wherever this land was. Adelinda settled herself near the edge. Her lithe frame calm. Whether she knew it or not her soul had led her to this place, to act as a respite for the hunt of her familiars.

Was it a reminder to slow down? To allow things to come as they did? Adelinda was never one to force life rather than submit and accept it for all its glory and sorrow. Death was an old friend. Here there was no pretense, only the raw and bare truth of existence before her.

The witch closed her eyes, inhaling deeply, grounding herself with the world behind her. She whispered gentle words, drawing the energy of the place into herself. This was a space for reflection. Even now, she heard prophecies whispered in the leaves of the trees. Secrets for her to keep but not to tell.

The world had much to say and much to confide for those who had the patience to listen. Even something as small as a beetle crossing your path held meaning. Unfortunately, many denied their intuition the ear it offered to the ego.

She leaned forward to trace the tip of her paw on the water's edge. Watching the glow ripple outward. This place was sacred. Adelinda exhaled slowly, her gaze turned skyward as if searching the pale canopy for more.


"SPEECH"