The darkness had been driven back by the light once more and warmth was returning to Caido. The cool winds of Deepfrost were giving way to the damp storms of Flowerbirth and the Oerwoud was bursting with even more life than usual as fresh profusion of growth sprang forth from the fecund jungle.
Hadama had seen to Torchline first, ensuring nothing had slipped through the divine barriers to trouble his people below or above the waves before turning his gaze outward. Last year the Oerwoud had suffered over LongNight, and as Torchline's nearest neighbor he had come to ensure that it had not happened again under cover of the darkest week.
He moved through the trees on bare feet, his steps silent in the loam and moss and trickling streams that wended through the wood as he took note of the Void presence that had expanded since his last visit. He did not attack it. Not yet. Instead he paced along the path to the shrine, climbing over roots and eventually scaling the broad branches of the great tree that housed it. The shrine's structure looked undamaged. Untainted by unholy violet. And the peace of it remained as a balm to a weary soul with no evidence of decay or corruption. He could not say how relieved he was to find it so, and he bowed deeply to the altar within.
He was no devotee of the wild gods, but he respected them and he paid his respects where they were due as he offered a silent prayer of gratitude for the resiliency of Caido's creatures who persisted in spite of the Void, and their resiliency in holding it at bay.
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Hadama had seen to Torchline first, ensuring nothing had slipped through the divine barriers to trouble his people below or above the waves before turning his gaze outward. Last year the Oerwoud had suffered over LongNight, and as Torchline's nearest neighbor he had come to ensure that it had not happened again under cover of the darkest week.
He moved through the trees on bare feet, his steps silent in the loam and moss and trickling streams that wended through the wood as he took note of the Void presence that had expanded since his last visit. He did not attack it. Not yet. Instead he paced along the path to the shrine, climbing over roots and eventually scaling the broad branches of the great tree that housed it. The shrine's structure looked undamaged. Untainted by unholy violet. And the peace of it remained as a balm to a weary soul with no evidence of decay or corruption. He could not say how relieved he was to find it so, and he bowed deeply to the altar within.
He was no devotee of the wild gods, but he respected them and he paid his respects where they were due as he offered a silent prayer of gratitude for the resiliency of Caido's creatures who persisted in spite of the Void, and their resiliency in holding it at bay.
