RANDOM EVENT
As Alys spoke, a breeze swept through the glade, rustling the leaves in a way that almost seemed intentional. The trees whispered secrets, and the air seemed to grow charged, as if something unseen was listening. The Eight of Wands lay there, practically glowing in the slanted Leafchange sunlight, its eight rods seeming to shimmer with the promise of adventure.
Suddenly, a shimmer passed through the air between them, subtle at first, like a mirage. The glade seemed to ripple, and then - just for an instant - a ghostly shape appeared at the edge of the clearing. It was difficult to make out, almost like a trick of the light, but it hovered there with a kind of authority.
The presence was unmistakable now, a soft yet insistent force that seemed to beckon closer. The apparition - or was it just a distortion? - moved toward a large tree at the glade's edge. As it drew near, the bark of the tree seemed to twist, forming an opening just large enough to peek inside.
Within the hollow, something glinted faintly, catching the light just enough to be visible from where they sat. Whatever it was, it seemed to pulse in time with their breaths, an invitation waiting for action.
Suddenly, a shimmer passed through the air between them, subtle at first, like a mirage. The glade seemed to ripple, and then - just for an instant - a ghostly shape appeared at the edge of the clearing. It was difficult to make out, almost like a trick of the light, but it hovered there with a kind of authority.
The presence was unmistakable now, a soft yet insistent force that seemed to beckon closer. The apparition - or was it just a distortion? - moved toward a large tree at the glade's edge. As it drew near, the bark of the tree seemed to twist, forming an opening just large enough to peek inside.
Within the hollow, something glinted faintly, catching the light just enough to be visible from where they sat. Whatever it was, it seemed to pulse in time with their breaths, an invitation waiting for action.
