((Takes place a little after the WM attack on DR))
Zaree fingered the silky pink petals blooming on her bow. It was plum wonderful.
The Exalted teaching had given her so much. She had never imagined how full of life the world could feel as a druid. It was nothing to Mordremoth's promise of power.
Better than- what's bigger than eleventy-hundred times?
Zaree giggled at the thought, rising up and testing the magical string of her loving crafted bow. Her joy spread a flourish of growth around her feet.
Her attention was caught from her finished labor by a bird fluttering down to land.
A letter from mother Diana!
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