<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">ooc</div><div class="spoiler_body">Weekend was what it was, and Monday's workday left me less than creative in mood. I am writing now to not delay much longer but I apologise if the quality isn't up to my usual level.</div></div><br/>There was a smile on the dryad's face as she nodded her head, allowing a short, soft breath to leave her lips as she raised a hand up, a branch of a nearby tree reaching towards her, a couple of acorns falling off of it seemingly entangled in a brief, green glow and marked with small insignia along their surface, their shell bearing a fey rune upon them. Gazing upon Rosalyn and Tehr, she stepped forth with three of them, reaching out to place those into Tehr's hands, a serious look in her eyes as she did so.<br/><br/><strong>"I shall make sure to reach out to the druids as quickly as I can, and provide what help and advice I can in the meanwhile. I may not like some actions but at least knowing the reasoning helps, even if there will be pain of lost wilds, but being caretakers sometimes includes knowing where a harvest is necessary, and clearing ground may become a necessity. At least it won't be as sorrowful as the flames of a storm-lit fire consuming great expanses, but a controlled cutting."</strong>Her tone harbored some distaste but at the same time it seemed resigned, not angry or hurt.<br/><br/><strong>"I should be able to reach out to talk with you easier and closer to the city later on if you wish to talk to the good folks, but for now, I must see to our guest."</strong>Riversong turned to the woman with the green skin who nodded and smiled, even as the small pixie took flight to return to Tehr and Rosalyn, a chime sounding in the air near her, faint but clear, her wings holding her aloft just above Rosalyn's shoulder there.<br/><br/><strong>"I wish you both safe journey then, and I shall hope to hear good news in a few seasons then."</strong>The mother dryad bowed her head, while Rosalyn smiled chuckling gently.<strong>"I have been delighted to have a chance to see the fae so close to Londinium, but I admit I would not have expected to run into one of Arawn's own here. I wish you fortunate winds in your chase."</strong>She seemed a tad spooked about the traveler, but smiled to the waiting pixie in a relaxed fashion, even as the dryad and the nymph observed curious, and the green woman merely tilted her head and nodded in acknowledgement of her words, choosing to not speak to the elf it seemed.