Worse than the wrath of an indifferent god is the wrath of that same god once his attention has been roused.
And oh, but had the blight gotten Vi's attention.
With the brightest star in his sky at risk of winking out - and despite Safrin's thoughts upon the matter, that was a mighty weight upon his shoulders - and death and sickness upsetting the balance between his realm and Mort's, Vi had spent much of Longheat and Leafchange as a shadow upon Rae's doorstep.
For the twin gods of Nature wished to see how this panned out. They did not understand, no, that this was unnatural, that this did not occur, this had been caused, and by no less than the Voice and her ilk.
It had taken a long time and his temper had frayed more than once (causing some particularly spectacular lightning storms on those nights) but finally, a plan had been created, a verdict reached. Regrettably, there had been all too much life in Leafchange to commit to it then.
No, Rae had suggested waiting for the world to hibernate, for the cold and the dark to sap the energy from the Greatwood, and thus slow the spread of the blight. Now Deepfrost was here, and the Shrine within the Wildwood bloomed with blood red roses, their thorns glinting golden like treasure against the snow.
For any who entered the shrine, they would be compelled by some unknown force to tend to Vi's task, whilst the God of Life gave his energy to the flowers all around. Unless, of course, they were blighted. Then their feelings towards this panacaea might be little less benevolent.
This thread relates to {SWE} Blighted - please refer to this for further instruction!
And oh, but had the blight gotten Vi's attention.
With the brightest star in his sky at risk of winking out - and despite Safrin's thoughts upon the matter, that was a mighty weight upon his shoulders - and death and sickness upsetting the balance between his realm and Mort's, Vi had spent much of Longheat and Leafchange as a shadow upon Rae's doorstep.
For the twin gods of Nature wished to see how this panned out. They did not understand, no, that this was unnatural, that this did not occur, this had been caused, and by no less than the Voice and her ilk.
It had taken a long time and his temper had frayed more than once (causing some particularly spectacular lightning storms on those nights) but finally, a plan had been created, a verdict reached. Regrettably, there had been all too much life in Leafchange to commit to it then.
No, Rae had suggested waiting for the world to hibernate, for the cold and the dark to sap the energy from the Greatwood, and thus slow the spread of the blight. Now Deepfrost was here, and the Shrine within the Wildwood bloomed with blood red roses, their thorns glinting golden like treasure against the snow.
For any who entered the shrine, they would be compelled by some unknown force to tend to Vi's task, whilst the God of Life gave his energy to the flowers all around. Unless, of course, they were blighted. Then their feelings towards this panacaea might be little less benevolent.
This thread relates to {SWE} Blighted - please refer to this for further instruction!
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