Role

Chapter 5

As she rotated her body around, examining the forest, she noted her own
silvery aura, tendrils stretching out from her and with them the sensation of
living creatures, living plants... and a kindred spirit. A wall of thorns
that would have pierced the flesh of any normal person seemed to part of
their own accord, allowing an elf to step into view. The ethereal tendril
between herself and the elf was clear to see, but paled by direct comparison
to that of the elf's spirit-link to the thorny wall of vines behind her that
once against closed tightly.

The white-eyed Ma'iss'Akra seemed to look into her soul as much through her,
"Do you feel them, daughter of Thar-Eris?"

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Zsorilya of the Pyth'Akra broke from her slumber, immediately reorienting
herself and noting she was still within the Tree. She looked down at her
form, but the visible aura she witnessed asleep was no longer visible to her
vision. With the words still echoing in her mind she nimbly scaled down the
tree and began reading the names carved upon the totem as she had many times
before. However, this time she stretched out her hand, placing it upon the
totem and felt as if her spirit connected with those that had come before
her, convincingly envisioning those wisps of ethereal tendrils connecting
herself to the history of her people.