To Err and to Forgive (Open)

A warm breeze stirs around Koel. A few leaves rise in the invisible current of whatever power resides here. A faint hum vibrates near Koel’s ear, and as both an eagle and a scout he will know it well; it is the sound of the woods. The sound of all that is living and thriving, the sound of rebirth and necessary death, the sound of nature. The soothing song of the woods will remain so long as Koel stays near the shrine. Immediately his body feels replenished and strong, his mind at ease. Flowers bloom suddenly at the base of the shrine. Should Koel decided to take them and make a tea out of them or otherwise ingest them, he will find they will produce the same effect once again. Almost tenderly the breeze caresses the Attuned, before gradually falling away and letting the stillness take over once again.