Ashlynn stood nervously among the roots of the Ancient Oak as the tree and Virve got to know each other. At first, she'd sensed a bit of what the tree chose to share with the woman she hoped would become the third member of her coven, but beyond a feeling of struggle against cold and snow and an innumerable number of years, she'd sensed very little from the tree.
Now, as Virve descended deeper into her exchange with the mighty Oak, she sensed almost nothing from the tree itself as it seemed to direct all of its attention toward the veteran soldier who had come to meet it.
