Talking With Trees ~ by SaralynArati

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Thanks so very much, Leaf!! I'm completely making up the magic, but it's good to know that what I find believable is compelling for you as well! :) :) :)

7 years ago

LadyLeaf

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Saralyn what can I say, I LOVE the way you portrait these witches and their magic! Quite subtle, but impressive none the less. And I enjoy Ynarra's talk with trees. You are most inspiring Saralyn! And oddly I quite appreciate that you based the Yelaadim in Spain, I'd say quite fitting, both culturally and geographically!

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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Story continues on this doll: httpswww.dolldivine.com/Disney/SaralynArati-3065090

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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"Someone or something was shielding them from the Oakenlings," the young witch continued, "but only from Oakenling senses." "That's disturbing," Ynarra confirmed, "yet we had guessed that the Yelaadim must have been shielded somehow. I had hoped to pick up a clue here about who was providing that service, however we can't have everything we want. I suggest we go on now to where Hawkeye was to have met his mysterious host since we're in the neighborhood." Marea agreed; she was done here.

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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Marea nodded, and repeated her performance with the crystal. "I've got them!" she reported triumphantly, after a slight pause. "I can track them, now, by voice or appearance. Unfortunately, they didn't talk much about the reasons behind their coming here, or, in fact, talk much at all; the Yalda in charge wanted a silent watch, but since they had to lurk here for almost three days, some talking was inevitable." The granddaughter grew solemn. "They worried about being discovered, though."

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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"Their words... some of them were alien, but still familiar..." Ynarra brought her focus back to the present and her attention was once again brisk and businesslike. "Trees," she said, "tend to be a little uncertain about other places and accents, but try listening for Spanish. I have a feeling that at least some of the Yelaadim had been stationed on Spain's Costa del Sol. Others were probably more local, but the oak wouldn't have noticed them as much as those that seemed foreign to it."

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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The air about Ynarra seemed to hum a bit, and turned vaguely greenish as she laid one palm on the oak's bark. "Seasons come, seasons go," she mused, as if talking to herself, "sap rises and falls. But that day, bad day, sharp day... yes, that day... they came, the fallen ones, and before they shot, they lay in wait. They were not gathered from here, near, anywhere the roots touch roots that touch roots that speak to us in this grove. They came from... sun and sea breezes on their skin."

7 years ago

SaralynArati

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That was as they had anticipated, though, so the pair were not overly discouraged. Ynarra hadn't been made a High Mistress for nothing. Marea produced a folding stool from her backpack, and her grandmother sat, rummaging in her own pouch of magical belongings. The old lady located the packet of dried herbs that she sought, and directed the younger witch to fetch her a leaf from the once-injured oak. This she combined with the herbs, chewed up, and surprisingly daintily, spat out again.

7 years ago