When I was young in these lands, very young, one of my closest friends was a Druid. His name was desailly and we spent much of our time together. Between running around in the grass of the Sacred grove, or playing pranks like slipping Old poppies in the butcher's tea so we could munch on a few rabbit's meat while she fell asleep, we were always having fun. He had been a close friend, helping me with smaller things in life like helping me sprout a beautiful garden around my home, to larger things like healing me out of devastating blows from monsters in the depths of the Mythic caves. He was a good Druid, helping the family out significantly whenever he could, while still making time to help others. I have now used all he has taught me to find inspiration to seek out the Do, always learning more, always seeking to better everything. A Fallen star should be permantly planted in the Grove in his honor, as he had already planted one in so many of our hearts.
Written by Capture