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While Vi wasn’t the god she worshipped most devoutly, the balance of life was important to...well, life. The Greatwood, her home, was in pain. It was suffering, and she refused to allow it to go on without at the very least trying to do something about it. Equipped with her bow and quiver full of arrows - as usual - Eliza fluttered towards the shrine in the Wildwood, a cautious hopefulness within her heart. She couldn’t help but be hopeful. It was her home… The plants and animals were her friends, the Fae were her family. Even those who had come from within the Hollowed Grounds didn’t deserve to deal with the quickly spreading sickness. Her wings wavy ever-so-slightly even as she touched ground, the Fae girl looked fondly upon the beautiful roses. She knelt down and removed her gloves, not wanting to hold the plants with gloves on. Taking an arrow from her quiver, Eliza carefully dug into the dirt around one of the roses, taking special care not to sever any of the roots. Uprooting the first, she repeated the action with two more. Eliza wiped the dirt from her arrowhead and slid it back into her quiver, then took the roses, gently feeling the velvety petals, and tucked them into the satchel she wore around her body. Immediately after, she smiled at the shrine and slipped her gloves back on to protect her nearly numb fingers. “Vi, guide me,” she said quietly. She kissed her fingers and touched one of the statues, then turned around and took to the air with a few quick movements of her wings. |
