Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
Down in the forest, there is a tree.
What's left of one, anyway.
The Nemeton calls another supernatural creature to its town.
The blood that drips onto it forms a circle.
"It's best if we divide the blame, here. Mr. Irving will be here in a few moments, and we can say that while you committed the act, I suggested the method and he provided the motivation. This will minimize conflict with the pack."
"We killed him. You were motivated to end his life, because of his crimes against the town your wife and daughter gave their lives to protect, and I suggested a trip to the sun, and Ellie here supplied the method."
He explains what he knows about summoning circles, and the lack of any obvious summoners when she arrived.
"That doesn't exactly fill me with hope about your ability to return home."
"That's also not filling me with hope. The Nemeton, if it is as intelligent as this suggests, has that intelligence as a result of centuries-old magic, despite having been turned from a flourishing grove of trees to a single, dead tree stump. I'm not entirely certain it won't persist if we destroy the stump."
"A Nemeton is unlikely to be easy to destroy, anyway, they're very magical. Moreso than the sum of the druids that sanctify them."
"Are there fairies we could summon? Those, we could dismiss if they've wanted to go home, but in the meanwhile they could keep you company."
"This is not the world to which daeva are usually summoned. I do not know whether my own appearance here is a replicable occurrence."